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PANCHO AND PANCHITA 


A Tale of the Southwest. 




MARY E. MANNIX 

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CONTENTS 


PAQB 


CHAPTER 1. 

Brother and Sister 7 

CHAPTER II. 

Preparations 26 

CHAPTER III. 

Padre Gregorio's Visit 46 

CHAPTER IV. 

At the Springs 64 

CHAPTER V. 

A New Acquaintance, 83 

CHAPTER VI. 

A Happy Fortnight 96 

CHAPTER VII. 

A Pleasant Visit 113 

CHAPTER VIII. 

All’s Well that Ends Well. 132 


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PANCHO AND PANCHITA. 

A TALE OF THE SOUTHWEST. 

CHAPTER I. 

BROTHER AND SISTER. 

It had been a dry, hot, windy day, al- 
though it was the end of October. Usually 
at this season, the rains had begun; one or 
two light showers, at least, had washed the 
thick, powdery dust from the drooping 
branches of the pepper trees, which here and 
there, in front of some door-yard, formed 
the one bright spot of verdure on the arid 
landscape. But this year not a drop had 
fallen, and those who had predicted early 
and copious rains began to shake their heads 
dubiously as they looked up at the brilliantly 
cloudless sky, hoping vainly to find there 
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Brother and Sister. 


some indication of an approaching down- 
pour. 

Farther up the valley, where the shining 
white sand stretched like a serpentine ribbon 
between shallow borders, the gently sloping 
verdure never entirely lost its green. 

Standing amid the sparse willows and 
thick clumps of emerald rushes which de- 
fined it, one might pierce the dazzling sandy 
surface with a walking-stick and find water 
at three feet, or even not so deep, for this 
is the country where the river bed lies on 
top and the water underneath, except in 
winter, when, with the advent of the moun- 
tain rains, it fills up suddenly, often over- 
fiowing its banks, to the great damage of the 
surrounding ranches. 

But as yet, at the season of which we write, 
the foothills still rose bare and brown in 
their stony aridity, and the rancheros, * 
domiciled at their base, began to long for 
the time when the winter rains should clothe 
them once more in robes of living green. 


* The men employed on a ranch or farm used for grazing 


Brother and Sister. 


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On th« steps of an old adobe* house, the 
only picturesque dwelling in the unattractive 
border town where every building bore the 
marks of neglect and decay, two children, a 
boy and a girl, sat side by side in the dusk of 
the rapidly vanishing day. The boy was 
about twelve, the girl a year and a half 
younger. They were both sturdy, well- 
formed, handsome children, with very dark 
blue eyes and curling light hair which the 
sun had burned to a yellowish brown. That 
part of their bodies which was covered by the 
nondescript, odd-looking garments clumsily 
fashioned by the Indian woman who was 
their faithful attendant was of the whitest, 
softest texture, but their sunburned faces, 
hands and feet were as dark as those of the 
little Mexican children who sometimes came 
to play with them, under the strict though 
kindly supervision of Serafina, in the patio f 
of the crumbling adobe structure which for 
years had been their home. 

"It makes warm, this evening, don^t you 


*Ad unburDt brick dried is the cud. 


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think, Pancho?” asked the girl, digging her 
bare feet into the dust. 

^^Now, ^Chita, there it is again,” said the 
boy. ^‘You will always speak in that way, 
and it gets worse with your English, and 
maybe when our people come to find us 
from across the ocean they cannot tell if you 
are a little English girl, or just a half Mexi- 
can, or an Indian, maybe !” 

'^What did I say wrong, then?^^ inquired 
^Chita with an inward conviction that, de- 
spite his reproof, her brother's English was 
not much better than her own. 

‘^You said it makes warm, and not it is 
warm. Oh, how many times did not papa 
speak to you for that !” 

^‘Hace mucho calor, hace mucho calor/** 
murmured the little one under her breath, 
looking up into her brother’s face as she 
added in a louder tone, ^^That is right, 
Pancho ; it makes warm !” 

^^In Spanish — yes,” replied the boy; ^^but 
in English — no. It would be better, I 


*It is very warm— it is very warm. 


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know, for papa said it, if we could always 
speak English, but how can that be, when 
no one understands, except now and then a 
tourist from over the line? It cannot be, 
as you see, ’Chita. We can only do as he 
said, speak English always when we are alone 
together, and Spanish with Serafina and the 
others.” 

like best the Spanish, it is prettier and 
easier too,” said ’Chita, with decision. ^^Why 
should we speak English, ever?” 

^^Oh, you know, ’Chita,” said the boy in 
a reproachful tone, ‘^it was the wish of papa 
that we should.” 

^^Yes, you are right, Pancho,” said the 
child. ‘‘I do want to please papa, but some- 
times I forget. And they are so long in 
coming, those relations. But indeed, I do 
not care; I like better to stay here with 
Serafina. I should cry and scream if some 
day they would try to take us from her.” 

The boy took her small hand in his, while 
a smothered sigh escaped his breast. 

‘‘Yes, they are long in coming, he said, 


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some day, perhaps, they will find us. 
It takes a great many weeks, maybe, for a 
letter to reach where they live. And papa 
was not sure, even then, that they would 
come. But he hoped, and said we must hope 
and pray.^’ 

So says Padre Gregorio as well,^' re- 
plied the little girl. 

‘^es, he says it is right that we should 
go to them.” 

But not without Serafina? ” pleaded the 
child, nestling still more closely to her 
brother. 

Of that we will not speak now,” said 
the boy, gravely. they are nice, per- 
haps they will take her along.” 

Oh, they will be nice, Pancho ; papa was 
nice ! Who was so nice as papa? ” 

Yes, I think all the English must be fine 
people — the finest people,” said the boy. 

Finer than Antonio or Josefina or 
ManueFs mother? ” inquired the little girl. 

Oh, much finer, much,” replied Pancho, 
with a confused vision of tourists ” in his 


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mind, as compared with the humble but 
kindly neighbors who represented all that 
was nicest in the mind of his little sister. 

It is true that they are all good; Antonio 
and Josefina and the rest, but they are not 
English — they are Mexican.” 

Mamma was Mexican,” said ’Chita, 
stoutly; who was more beautiful? ” 

Not like them, ’Chita, not like them,” 
he whispered. You are too little yet; you 
do not understand.” 

’Chita yawned, kicked up a great cloud of 
dust with her toes, and looked wistfully into 
the house. 

I am hungry,” she said, “ I wish Serafina 
would make a light. It is so still inside.” 

At this moment the door opened, and an 
Indian woman appeared upon the threshold. 
She held a lamp in her hand. 

Children, where are you? ” she said in 
Spanish, at the same time peering into the 
gathering darkness. 

Here, Serafina, here,” was the reply, as 
they hastened up the rickety steps to the 


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broad porch where she stood awaiting, them. 

“ The tortillas * are ready, and the fri- 
joles f I have kept hot since noon. Oh, they 
are very good now, they have been cooking 
so long. Are you not hungry? 

‘^Yes, yes,^’ was the rejoinder and they 
followed her into the house. 

While they sat, leisurely munching the 
tortillas she placed before them, now and 
then adding a spoonful of the red beans 
heaped on a couple of tin platters in front 
of them, the old Indian woman stood at the 
end of the table smiling and talking to them 
with caressing words. The room in which 
they were, though scrupulously clean, was 
also miserably poor, containing scarcely any 
furniture, although it was both broad and 
light. In one corner hung a picture of our 
Lady of Guadalupe, before which a light 
burned dimly; opposite this, a blackened 
crucifix, with bright crimson stains upon the 
thorn-crowned head and pierced hands and 
feet, loomed out in the darkness, sad and 


* Little cakes. 


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realistic. To many it would have appeared 
repulsive, but to the children who sat 
directly under it, laughing and eating, it was 
the emblem of the death and suffering of the 
Saviour whom they had been taught to love 
and revere. Later they would meet before it 
to recite their evening prayers with Serafina, 
who made it her constant endeavor to regu- 
late the lives of the little orphans just as 
their father would have wished. And he 
had loved this crucifix, for it had belonged to 
his Mexican wife, in whose family it had 
been treasured for many generations. 

The children had left the table, and Sera- 
fina, still standing, as was her invariable 
custom, began to eat her own meal. She 
was about fifty years of age, very dark, of 
erect stature, and a most attractive counte- 
nance, naturally grave, but which became 
beautifully bright and pleasant when she 
smiled and this was not seldom, for, unlike 
most of her race, she was neither taciturn 
nor gloomy, though always preserving the 
reserve which is one of their principal char- 


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acteristics. When she had finished, joining 
the children on the porch, she seated her- 
self on the top step, listening to their liyely 
prattle. But she did not speak, and after a 
while Pancho looked around, saying : 

** Has Antonio come back from the city, 
Serafina? 

Yes,^' was the reply, and the Padre will 
be here for Las Animas Muertas.^^ * 

Oh, that is good,’^ they both exclaimed. 

He could not come for Todos Santos/^ f 
she continued. The other father is ill, and 
he cannot leave.^^ 

It will be the day after to-morrow, wonT 
it? inquired Pancho. 

“ No, the day after that,^^ said the Indian 
woman. ‘'And we must go over to the 
church to-morrow to get it ready 

“ May we go too, Serafina? asked ^Chita. 
“ Pancho and I can rub the candlesticks and 
do many other things to help.^’ 

“Surely, chiquita, I you will go,’' was the 
reply. “Without you I could scarcely get 

* The Feast of All Souls. + All Saints. 


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through at all." She was smiling in the 
darkness, but the children did not know it. 

‘‘Will not Josefina and Guadalupe be 
there? " inquired Pancho. 

“ I think not," was the reply. “ Antonio 
told me to-day that they would go to-morrow 
to the rancheria, * where their grandfather 
lies very ill." 

“ So much the better, then," said Pancho, 
“We will take down the ugly red and yellow 
paper flowers that papa hated so, and ’Chita 
and I will get some tules f and make long 
strings of them around the altar, and we will 
tie them about the candlesticks. Oh, they 
will look so pretty and green. And let us 
pull down that sheet from behind the Madre 
Dolores, Serafina, won’t you? Papa thought 
that was ugly too, all covered with paper 
flowers pinned on." 

“ Softly, softly, Pancho," interrupted the 
old woman. “We cannot make such changes 
— the church does not belong to us. The 

♦A large farm, or collection of small farms. 

1 Large bulrushes. 


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people here always had it so, and so it 
must remain. Would you hurt the feelings 
of Josefina, and Concepcion, and Maria, who 
are all so kind to you?” 

No, no, I would not,” replied the boy, 
heartily. But the sheet behind the statue 

— why do they pin it full of paper flowers 

— or why have a sheet at all? ” 

^^Do you not know, Pancho?” asked 
^Chita, eagerly. "It is in memory of Our 
Lady of Guadalupe, who covered the mantle 
of the Indian Juan Diego with flowers paint- 
ed, oh, so beautifully, that never, never can 
any one make any so pretty, though they 
have tried, oh, many, many times. Maria told 
me about it once when I asked her.” 

" Yes, I know about Juan Diego’s mantle, 
of course,” said Pancho, thoughtfully. 
" Maybe I saw it more than once when I was 
a baby and lived in the city of Mexico. It 
is good to remember it, certainly it is good. 
But it is not Our Lady of Guadalupe who is 
in our church — ” 

" No, but once she was there,” said Sera- 


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fina, ^^once before the earthquake, and when 
that came Our Lady of Guadalupe fell down 
and they put Maria Dolores instead. But 
they left always the sheet with the flowers 
there, for some day, when more rains come 
and the crops are better, they will buy an- 
other statue of Our Lady of Guadalupe.” 

‘^Oh!” said Pancho, and for a moment 
no one spoke. It was the Indian woman who 
broke the silence. 

" But anyway the flowers, ugly or no, 
must be put away for the Feast of All Souls, 
I have remembered. On that day there is 
nothing bright left upon the altar. We must 
get out the black calico from the big chest in 
the sacristy, and pin on the white cross, and 
hang it in front of the altar, and the candle- 
sticks we must twine around with the black 
gauze that la Senora Montana gave two years 
ago. That will be pretty, I think, children.” 

But it is so sorrowful,” said ^Chita 
mournfully; so sorrowful.” 

The Indian woman took the little brown 
hand in her own as she replied : 


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‘‘Yes, querida,* but it reminds us that we 
must pray for the friends and relations who 
are dead. It is good that we do so.’^ 

“ Yes,” said the child. “ And afterwards 
in the night-time will there be the procession 
again, like every year? ” 

“ Surely,” said the Indian woman. “ And 
many candles, oh, many candles will be 
burned. Antonio’s boy brought to-day sev- 
eral boxes. Some he has already opened and 
sold many, because they want to have them 
before the Indians come from the foot-hills.” 

“ Oh, I hope they have bought enough this 
time,” said the tender-hearted ’Chita, her 
tones full of anxiety. “ Don’t you remember 
last year there were not enough, and some of 
the old Indian women cried and cried? ” 

“ Yes, and I remember, too, that you and 
Pancho, my sweet children, gave them yours 
and your dear father had only one.” 

" Papa does not mind,” said Pancho, if 
we put candles or not, so that we pray for his 
soul, and for mamma’s.” 


♦Dtar. 


Brother and Sister. 


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And so that he knows why we did not 
pnt them,” interposed ’Chita. 

Surely,” was the reply. ‘^But he knows 
everything in heaven.” 

“Or in purgatory, where he may still be 
suffering because of his sins,” said the old 
woman. 

“ Papa suffered so much here, and he was 
so good, that I do not think he is still in 
purgatory,” answered Pancho. 

“ But we do not know. Let us hope, but 
we do not know,” said Serafina, “ And then 
if we do all that we can, and he does not 
need, some other soul will benefit.” 

“Perhaps Padre Gregorio will bring the 
letter when he comes,” said Pancho. “ If he 
does not, I shall not believe it is coming.” 

“ Oh, it will come, Pancho,” said ’Chita, 
confidently. “Papa said to have patience 
and it would come.” 

“ It is nearly a year since the last time Pa- 
dre Gregorio wrote,” said Serafina, “ but it 
is so very far, maybe there has not been time. 
Those English, maybe they are slow ; I think 


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they are/’ she continued, with the single idea 
of comforting the children. 

But Pancho turned to her quickly, say- 
ing: 

^^You mistake, my good Serafina. It is 
the Spanish and the Mexicans who are slow. 
Papa had no patience with them, and who 
was so quick as he? No, no, Serafina, it is 
that they do not want us, maybe.” 

Oh, then I will be glad. I will be glad,” 
cried ’Chita, putting her curly head in the 
Indian woman’s lap; ^^for then they cannot 
take me away from my dear, dear Serafina.” 

^^If perhaps they would let me go? I 
would like better not to part from my chil- 
dren. Every night I ask Our Lady for this,” 
said the old woman. 

When they know how good you are they 
will take you,” said Pancho, confidently. I 
am sure of it. We should be dead now but 
for you, and I shall tell them of it when I see 
them.” 

*• How will you know them? ” inquired 
!hita, innocently. 


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Will they not come to seek us? ” said the 
boy. Did not papa write, and also Padre 
Gregorio? Often when the tourists come and 
I am at the shop for something I look at 
them, and I think, perhaps this one, per- 
haps that one, is my uncle seeking for me, 
and then I run home quick and wash my 
face, hut he never comes.’^ 

My poor Pancho ! said Serafina, caress- 
ingly ; but little ’Chita laughed. 

^^And why do you laugh, my sweet?” 
inquired Serafina. 

‘^It is so funny, I cannot help it.” 

What is funny, querida 9 ” 

“ That Pancho should run home to wash 
his face.” 

And yours, too, very often I have washed 
at those times,” said Pancho, good-humored- 
ly. “ But you did not know why.” 

After this I shall know,” said the child, 
and I shall run away, and maybe rub my 
cheeks in the mud, so that they do not like 
me for being dirty, and then maybe they will 
not take me away from my second mother.” 


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A bell tinkled in the distance. 

** That is dinner at the comandante^s/^* 
said Serafina, rising. It will be half -past 
seven, and we must get up early to-morrow. 
There is the house to be cleaned, and the Pa- 
dre^s room to get ready; and Pancho, if you 
can borrow Juan Moreno’s mule you may go 
down to the springs for some water. Padre 
Gregorio likes so much the water of the 
springs, and afterwards it will be to arrange 
the church for Las Animas Muertas.^^ 

And may I go with him to the springs? ” 
pleaded ’Chita as they followed the Indian 
woman into the house. "I do love to go 
there. That is such a pretty road between 
the green, green tules, with the branches 
sometimes meeting above, and the smell 
of all the wild herbs. May I go, Sera- 
fina?” 

** If Pancho can have the wagon, yes ; but 
not behind him on the mule. Ever since you 
have fallen off and hurt your head, I can 
never let you ride that way again.” 

*The commanding officer of tbe place. 


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^‘The wagon is there; I saw it to-day,” 
said Pancho. “You may surely go, I ^hink, 
Chita.” 

The children were soon in bed, but long 
after the sound of their regular breathing 
told her that they slept the Indian woman, 
wrapped in a shawl which covered her head 
and shoulders, knelt before the image of Our 
Lady of Guadalupe, telling her nightly 
beads. That pious duty over she, too, sought 
repose. 


CHAPTER II. 


PREPARATIONS. 

Early next morning the little household 
was astir. The children were sent forth to 
gather pepper boughs, as they always delight- 
ed in decorating the shrine in the Padre’s 
room with the light and feathery branches, 
brightened at this season by the small crim- 
son berries which form their fruit. This 
shrine was a niche in the thick adobe wall 
between the two deep-seated windows. It 
contained a small image of Our Lady of Sor- 
rows, wearing a long black stuff mantle with 
a widow’s veil upon the head. She was seat- 
ed in a low chair of carved wood, black with’ 
age; upon her knees rested the figure of Our 
Saviour, pale and bloody, as He had been 
taken from the cross. A quaint copper lamp 
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stood in front of tiie image, which was always 
burnished and lighted at the coming of 
Padre. At other times it remained unlit, 
for oil was scarce and expensive at Las 
Pimientas,* so-called by the original owners, 
from the grove of pepper trees by which it 
was surrounded. 

When the children returned, laden with 
branches, they placed them under the. pump, 
giving them a generous bath, which they 
needed badly, on account of the thick coat- 
ing of dust hiding their rich and vivid green. 
This completed, they shook the houghs vig- 
orously in the sun to dry them. 

^^Are they not beautiful now, Pancho?" 
said ^Chita, as they lifted the boughs once 
more to their shoulders in order to carry 
them into the house. See how green, and 
how clean ! ” 

^^Yes!^’ replied Pancho, ^^just as if the 
rain had come in the night and washed 
them.” 

When they entered the guest chamber. 


* 'J’h© peppers. 


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Preparation^ 


they found the windows wide open, and a 
heap of Manzanitas roots already laid in the 
capacious fire-place, a rare feature in any 
Mexican house, but which had been a com- 
promise of the former proprietor to the 
wishes of his American wife. When they 
had arranged the pepper branches above and 
at the back of the niche where the copper 
lamp was already burnislied and trimmed, 
they stood back in the middle of the room 
to admire the effect. 

It is beautiful,” said ’Chita. Oh, how 
will the Padre like to see those branches — so 
green, with the red berries — but let us find 
Serafina.” 

They hurried forth again to look for her, 
and found her in an old out-building filling 
an empty mattress, which she had washed and 
ironed that morning, with fresh, clean hay, 
furnished by Antonio, for the bed of the 
Padre. Over this, on the narrow iron bed- 
stead, would be placed a second very thin 
mattress made of corn husks pulled into 
long thin strips. A pair of sheets and a 


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pillow slip of coarse but immaculate linen 
were airing on the line, and across the low 
broken wall which separated the yard from 
the now unused corral* some beautiful Mexi- 
can blankets were lying. At sight of them 
Pancho turned hastily away, with a pang; 
they always reminded him of his old home, 
whence they had been brought by his father. 
But in ’Chita’s heart they excited no sad 
reminiscences. 

Oh, the pretty, soft blankets ! ” she ex- 
claimed, laying her cheek against them 
lovingly. 

’Chita,” said Pancho, ‘‘you are like a 
kitten, just like a kitten, with your face 
always rubbing whatever pleases you.” 

“ That is her way, the dear,” said Serafina. 
“ Soon I shall be finished; and now if you 
will run to the butcher and tell him I am 
waiting for the chicken he promised, I shall 
make it ready this afternoon.” 

“Will not that be too soon?” asked 
Pancho. “Padre Gregorio does not come till 
to-morrow.” 


• A p«n or inclofluro for animals. 


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Preparations. 


Oh, not at all too soon,’^ said Serafina ; 
must kill, and pluck and clean it, and 
then it is to be prepared with the onions and 
peppers, and cooked very, very slowly for 
many hours. To-morrow I shall not have 
time, because of the cleaning of the church. 
You know, Josefina will not be here. We 
must do it all ourselves. And the next day, 
the chicken will be better for the second 
cooking. Tortillas, too, I must make to- 
morrow after we have arranged everything 
in the church. Oh, there will be much to do, 
but with the help of the little ones all will 
go quickly.’^ 

The children bounded away, ^Chita 
jumping and laughing in an exuberance of 
joy and anticipation. Presently they came 
to the village, which consisted of a single 
street, about half a mile in length, ungraded 
and unpaved, with the houses standing at 
irregular angles on either side. Most of 
them opened directly on the street, and be- 
hind a few might be seen indications of a 
garden. Water was too scarce and the in- 


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habitants too idle and indifferent for irri- 
gation in that poverty-stricken border town. 
The only building of any pretentions was the 
Custom House, on the broad piazza of which 
the indolent looking officers sat and smoked 
during the largest part of their working hours. 

Every other house was a saloon patronized 
by the rancheros and horse-dealers who 
abounded in the vicinity. The curio shop 
was the source of considerable income to 
its proprietor, who was also the owner of the 
solitary grocery of which the place could 
boast. 

When Pancho and his sister arrived at the 
butcher’s, that worthy man was in the act 
of taking some of the smoking hot tamales * 
from a great pot on the stove which stood 
at the end of the shop. 

Oh, it makes my mouth water,” said 
’Chita, as she inhaled the spicy odors of the 
famous Mexican delicacy. 

^^Hush, ’Chita !” whispered Pancho, 

Jose Antonio will think you want one.” 

* A dish of crushed Indian corn seasoned with meat 
and red peppers. 


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^^And so I do/’ replied ’Chita, ^‘Serafina 
always forgets to buy, and when she remem- 
bers they are gone.” 

Pancho did not like tamales himself, 
wherefore, no doubt, his want of sympathy 
with his little sister’s longings. 

am like papa,” he said. do not like 
the hot things — neither tamales nor Chili 
con came.”* 

^‘But it is not bad to like them!” pro- 
tested ’Chita. Padre Gregorio eats very 
well the chicken with Chili and a teenty 
pinch of garlic which Serafina prepares.” 

It all ended by Jose Antonio’s presenting 
each of the children with a tamale, carefully 
wrapped in clean tissue paper, as he was 
accustomed to do for ‘^los Americanos, 
when they came sightseeing in more or less 
numbers every day of the year. It was with 
the thought of Serafina in his mind that 
Pancho accepted his; otherwise he would 
have declined it. The chicken was ready, 


* A dish ot meat highly seMoned with red pepper, 
•t The Americana. 


Preparatiom. 


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Jose Antonio pronouncing it one of the finest 
he had sold that year, though to a critical eye 
it might have looked somewhat scrawny. 

When the children returned, they found 
that Serafina had been deluging the floors 
with water, which necessitated them taking 
lunch under the pepper trees. Presently she 
came out with a plate of tortillas and a 
couple of very red apples, a luxury to the 
brother and sister, who seldom saw any kind 
of fruit, although ^^across the line,” a dozen 
miles away, it grew in abundance. After 
they had finished, Pancho went to borrow 
the mule and wagon for their journey to the 
Hot Springs, about two miles distant. He 
soon returned, saying that Juan was going 
up the valley himself, and would take them 
in the wagon, if Serafina would permit. 

Her consent was readily given, for Juan 
was a trustworthy old soul, to whose care 
she did not hesitate to commit them. Up 
one hill and down another they clattered 
along, over a road full of ruts and rocks, 
till it seemed as though the rickety wagon 


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Preparations, 


would go to pieces. But the children thought 
it a delightful ride. 

At length they reached the top of a de- 
clivity from which could be had the first 
view of the springs. They were situated 
in a charming valley, almost entirely sur- 
rounded by low foot-hills, with the broad, 
round-topped mountain chain in the 
purple distance. The only building to be 
seen was a long, low, whitewashed frame 
shed, under the roof of which were ^The 
Baths,’^ famous, and justly so, for the cura- 
tive properties of the water, which was 
pumped in very primitive fashion into the 
wooden tubs, escaping therefrom through 
a long wooden gutter into the sloping valley 
which it irrigated and rendered fertile all the 
year round. Numbers of white tents dotted 
the fresh, green landscape, smiling like a 
newly discovered oasis around the waste of 
arid, uncultivated land surrounding it. In 
these tents were domiciled the invalids who 
came to partake of the healing waters. 
Primitive as it was, nothing more delightful 


Preparations. 


36 


could be imagined than this mode of life, 
which brought health and vigor to those who 
pursued it. 

A sudden sharp turn in the road brought 
our little party to the foot of the hill, 
where they descended from the wagon. A 
few men, white and Mexican, were seated on 
the porch of the bath-house, smoking and 
lounging. One of them, a fine stalwart- 
looking young fellow of about twenty-two, 
advanced to meet them. He was over six feet 
in height, straight as an arrow, with a 
swarthy skin, and large, soft dark eyes, like 
those of a gentle, kindly woman. He held 
out his arms, and ^Chita sprang into them, 
and thence to the ground. 

Oh, Ignacio,^^ said Pancho, pulling two 
large jugs from the wagon, ‘Ve have come 
for some water. Padre Gregorio will be 
there for All Souls’, and he will like some 
very well.” 

The young man took tlie jugs, swinging 
one in each hand, and followed the eager 
children down the path to the spring. Juan 


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Preparatims. 


walked by his side, carrying a small cask on 
his shoulder. 

That is good news, that the Padre comes, 
Pancho,” said Ignacio. ^^But I hope he may 
drive down while he is at San Juana to have 
a bath and some drinks hot from the spring.’^ 
I think he will come, Ignacio,^^ said 
’Chita. He says there is no water like this; 
he even likes it cold, but I do not see how 
any one can drink it, so nasty and smelling 
of eggs as it is.” 

Ignacio laughed. ^^I think it is fine, 
’Chita,” he said. ^^Better than soup, if you 
put salt and pepper in.” 

’Chita made a wry face, but Pancho said : 
Is that really true, Ignacio? ” 

Yes, it is,” said the young man, gravely. 

At least many persons say they like it as 
well.” 

Depositing the jugs on the porch, Ignacio 
took ’Chita by the hand and led her down 
to the spring, which bubbled up from the 
earth, now with a scarcely perceptible effort, 
and again in a series of sharp, quick spurts, 


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37 


the water overflowing the primitive basin 
of which it was the centre, and spreading out 
on all sides till it formed a shallow pool 
about four feet in depth, widening on either 
side a distance of eighteen or twenty feet. 
As it receded from the source it gradually 
became narrower until it disappeared and was 
absorbed by the sandy soil, which lay green 
and moist above it as far as the eye could 
reach. Ignacio took a gourd which hung 
on a post near the basin, and filling it with 
water offered it to the little girl. But she 
pushed it away, saying: 

Give it to Pancho. He likes it.’' 

The boy did not refuse it. Whether he 
really liked it was doubtful, for he was some 
time in disposing of it, but he said : 

‘^It is good; it is wholesome — it cures 
diseases. Papa liked it well.” 

But it did not cure him,” said 'Chita. 

‘‘ He came not soon enough to drink of it, 
chiquita,^’ said Ignacio. ‘^It has cured 
many. Oh, if we had money, and could put 
up a big hotel here, for the rich people to 


Preparations, 


come, we would soon be rich too. Persons 
have said there is no water like it anywhere — 
persons who have been all over the world.” 

^^But why are you not rich, Ignacio?” 
asked Pancho. Once I heard papa say that 
all of this valley belonged to you and your 
family. And see how broad it is — one cannot 
see the end.” 

“ Oh, this valley, yes, and much more, be- 
yond the hills,” said Ignacio, with a smile 
that was half sad — half bitter. ^^But of 
what worth when it can produce nothing; 
when there is no means of irrigating? ” 

If you could sell it, Ignacio,” continued 
Pancho. ^^Maybe some rich * boomers ’ like 
they tell of at the Post Office might buy and 
bring in water, like at San Mateo.” 

“We cannot sell — it is in law,” sighed 
Ignacio. There are too many heirs — and 
some are not yet grown. And so we must 
just stay here and wait.” 

“ How many thousand acres did the King 
of Spain give to your grandfather, Ignacio?” 
asked Pancho. 


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39 


One hundred and sixty thousand/' was 
the reply. But it was to my great-grand- 
father, Pancho, Santiago Morado." 

And why did the King give him so many 
acres? " 

For fighting his battles by land and sea/' 
said Ignacio, proudly. ^^He was a captain 
of Spain." 

Pancho looked up at him with a vague 
admiration, as though expecting to find some 
reflection of the deeds of the valiant ancestor 
in the person of his descendant. Truly, the 
dignity was not lacking, nor the noble car- 
riage, although the outward clothing of this 
son of the Spanish hidalgos was somewhat 
incongruous. But Pancho was entirely un- 
mindful of this. In fancy he could see Igna- 
cio mounted on a fine charger at the head of 
a fighting legion, and he said, ^^You would 
look grand riding thus, Ignacio." 

^^Eiding how?" queried Ignacio. 

^^At the head of the soldiers. I was 
thinking how well you could lead your men^ 
for you are such a splendid horseman." 


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10 


Ignacio smiled. "Surely I would look 
well/’ he answered, glancing down at his blue 
overalls and hob-nailed shoes. "Surely, I 
would look very well indeed, Pancho.” But 
the children did not perceive the veiled sar- 
casm of his words, and ’Chita said: 

" Come, Pancho, drink quickly your cup of 
nasty water. I want some pinons * from 
Ignacio’s basket. And soon we must go 
home, or it will be late.” 

So saying she skipped away to a shed at 
the rear of the bath-houses, and soon returned 
with her apron full of nuts, which she sat 
on the edge of the porch to crack and eat. 
She was crunching them With her pretty 
teeth when the others came up, carrying the 
jugs, which they had filled with the steaming 
water. 

" I do not like it cold,” said Ignacio. " It 
is not well that the Padre must drink it so.” 

" Ugh ! I do not like it any way, cold or 
hot,” cried ’Chita, with a shrug of her 
shoulders. 


* The edible nuts of the pine. 


Preparations. 


41 


But it makes money for Ignacio and his 
brothers, when the people come to stay here 
and drink it/’ 

** Yes, it is my bread as well as my drink,” 
said Ignacio, seating himself by the side of 
’Chita, of whom he was very fond. 

" Tell me about it again, Ignacio, how it 
came to be found?” she said, putting some 
nuts between his lips. 

^^How many times have I told you that 
story, chiquita?” replied the young man, 
smiling kindly down into her uplifted eyes 
But I want to hear it once more, so that 
I may think of it when I see Tomas. How 
old is he now, Ignacio? ” 

About one hundred years, I think,” said 
Ignacio. 

Yes, that is right; last year you said he 
was ninety-nine. Oh, he is so wrinkled and 
funny — I almost want to run away when I 
see him.” 

He would never hurt you, ’Chita,” said 
Ignacio. ‘^And he was always good. Well, I 
will tell you again the story. One winter — 


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Preparations. 


it was twenty years ago, there was not much 
rain, and my father had a great many stock 
then — ” 

^^You must say a great deal of stock, 
Ignacio,’’ interrupted ’Chita. Sometimes I 
fail in the English, too, but I know ‘ a great 
many stock ’ is not right.” 

Pancho and Ignacio exchanged smiling 
glances. 

"I thank you very much for telling me, 
’Chita,” said Ignacio ; I am so glad to learn 
to speak English well.” 

Now go on,” said ’Chita, tossing a hand- 
ful of pinons to her brother. 

It was good feeding, here in this valley, 
and Tomas was sent by my father to care for 
the stock. One day my father came to see, 
but he could not find him. After a while he 
walked from behind some bushes and he 
said, ^ Plenty good, hot water there, senor,’ 
pointing back.” 

^^And what did your father do then, 
Ignacio? ” 

"He looked, and there it was — the hot 


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43 


spring. Tomas had dug a little hole in the 
ground and was drinking of it.” 

How did he know? ” 

His father had told him once that in 
this valley long ago — before the white man 
came — was boiling water coming out of the 
ground, but the floods had covered up the 
springs. He was thirsty and thought he 
would look, and so it was.” 

^^And what did your father do then?” 

‘^Nothing; but after, when all the stock 
died, and there was no rain he told some 
people to come and bathe and drink, for he 
had tried it himself, and he knew it would 
make them well. And they came — and from 
across the line many — and so it went, and 
here we are.” 

^^How many years now are you at the 
springs, Ignacio?” asked Pancho. 

Eleven years. Since I am eleven years 
I have been here, making music on the 
pump.”- 

And are you never tired? ” 

^^Of making music? Yes, often — always.” 


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Preparations. 


^^But you see many people?” 

Yes, but it is not the life I would like.” 

What would you like, Ignacio? ” 

“ To go to school and learn many things.” 

’Chita laughed merrily. You are too big 
to go to school,” she said. You are a 
man.” 

'^With much to learn, chiquita,’ he re- 
plied, a little sadly. " When my father was 
a boy, his father had in the house a tutor to 
teach his children, and now — how am I? ” 

It is a pity, Ignacio,” said Pancho, But 
you are always reading, when you have time.” 

Yes, I can now read very well in the 
English newspaper — and I can write some. 
When persons come here who are learned, I 
like to speak with them, that I may learn 
good English.” 

** I believe that already you speak as well 
as we do, does he not, ’Chita?” inquired 
Pancho. 

Better than me, at least,” said ’Chita, 
** by the way you are always saying, Pancho.” 

Juan now made his appearance from a 


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45 


distance, where he had been conferring with 
Alejandro, Ignacio’s brother, regarding some 
wood. '^Come, children,” he said. “It is 
getting late — are you ready to go? ” 

“ Of course we are ready,” said ’Chita. 
“ But I do not like to leave the pinons.** 

“ Here are some to take with you,” said 
Ignacio, producing a paper bag from a comer 
of the porch. “I filled this for my sister, 
Maria, but I can get her some more. And 
when will you come with Serafina for a few 
days to the springs?” 

“ Soon — after the first rain, she says,” 
answered Pancho. “For then it will not be 
dusty, and it will be cool just how she likes 
it.” 

“Pien,” said Ignacio. “I shall be glad.” 


CHAPTER III. 

PADRE Gregorio’s visit. 

^‘Are there many at the springs?” asked 
Serafina, when the children had returned, 
and Pancho had emptied a jar of the sulphur 
water into the alia* which stood under the 
largest pepper tree, so that it might keep 
fresh and cool for the coming of the Padre. 

I do not know,” was the reply. “We 
only saw four or five men on the porch of 
the bath-house. It may he there were some in 
the tents. Ignacio said that we must come 
soon, and I told him we were going after the 
first rains.” 

“I love Ignacio,” said ’Chita. “I love 
him better than any one but you and Pancho, 
Serafina.” 

• A wAter-pot. 

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Padre Gregorio's Visit. 


47 


‘^Ignacio is good,” said the old woman. 

He is too good for here.” 

‘^And why too good for here?” asked 
’Chita, the curious. 

" Because he is of so fine a nature, and so 
different from most of those who live about 
here. The family are very well, all of them; 
hut he is the best of them — much the 
best — so kind and good, and always work- 
ing.” 

Why do they not all stay at the baths? ” 
inquired Pancho. It is so far for Ignacio 
to walk — three miles up the valley every 
morning and night, and often it is the middle 
of the night when he can go home.” 

He has such care for his sisters that he 
will not bring them down there to meet 
always strangers, though I think it would not 
hurt. The mother is with them, and they 
could help ; but he says they do not know the 
ways of los Americanos. And it is so; but 
they could learn. Yet he is very proud, for 
his great-grandfather was a captain. He 
came from old Spain.” 


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Padre Oregorio*8 Visit. 


Yes, we know,’’ said Pancho. " He is so 
quick to learn. He can read and write 
English now, Serafina.” 

For six days now you have not studied, 
mis queridos/^ * said Serafina, with a sigh. 

Why is it? ” 

We have forgotten,” said Pancho. And 
that book we know by heart. I will ask the 
Padre to send us a new book, and then we 
shall study very hard.” 

“ Why does not the cousin of Ignacio, the 
Sen or Morales, who has the big rancho by 
Santa Maria — why does he not send him to 
school? His boys go away far — at San 
Francisco.” 

Oh, they are not friends, there,” said 
Serafina. " It is that the mother of 
Ignacio is an Indian, and the others do not 
like.” 

‘‘And why not?” queried ’Chita, indig- 
nantly. “ Are you not an Indian, and who 
so nice as my Serafina? ” 

The face of the old servant brightened, 


* My dears. 


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49 


and she said with a smile, All are not like 
my ^Chita; and it is right perhaps that they 
are not pleased. It is not for the whites and 
Indians to marry. But Ignacio is not 
ashamed of his mother, nor any of them. 
They are good to their mother.” 

Surely one must be good to his mother,” 
exclaimed Pancho. “ When I am rich, I 
shall send Ignacio to school; perhaps I shall 
take him to England when I go.” 

It is a kind heart,” said the Indian 
woman, patting his curly head. But it is 
true that some day if they sell the land, he 
may have plenty of money of his own.” 

‘^If you could see his sisters, how pretty 
they are, Serafina — not dark, like Ignacio, 
but white like Pancho and me,” said ’Chita. 

White, like us ! ” cried the hoy. Much 
whiter; with beautiful brown hair.” 

I have seen them,” said Serafina. They 
never go out without covering on their head. 
They are careful. There are few so pretty 
girls as they.” 

And the mother? ” asked Pancho. 


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Padre Gregorio's Visit. 


“ She is as dark as I am ; but very pretty 
she must have been when she married the 
father of Ignacio. But I must now see to my 
chicken, and to-morrow, if you are good, I 
will give you a little hit.’^ 

The child laughed, well knowing that after 
the Padre’s portion had been reserved, they 
would have all they could eat, and sat down 
to their supper of frijoles and tortillas as 
contentedly as though it were not their usual 
daily diet the whole year round. 

Next morning they started off with Sera- 
fina for the church, a small square building of 
adole, standing on a slight elevation, at a 
little distance from the stone monument 
which was the dividing line between Mexico 
and the United States. Santa Juana was so 
seldom visited by a priest, that the church 
was always kept locked except when opened 
for the inspection of tourists from the Amer- 
ican side who swarmed daily into Santa 
Juana during ^^the season.” No fence en- 
closed it, no shrub or blade of grass grew 
near it; save for the shining cross which 


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51 


crowned its tiled roof, there was nothing to 
distinguish it from the rest of the unlovely 
buildings which dotted the barren landscape. 
As Serafina threw open the heavy door, a 
whiff of tomb-like dampness met her 
nostrils. She hastened to open the windows 
to the fresh air and sunlight, a task in which 
Pancho assisted her. There were no pews, 
nor even seats, save a few chairs near the 
door, placed there for the accommodation of 
visitors who were not accustomed to squat 
on their heels during the Mass. The altar 
was decked with the bright red and yellow 
artificial flowers, which Pancho found so dis- 
tasteful. 

He speedily removed them, however, and 
in a short time carried them behind the altar, 
together with the candlesticks. When Sera- 
fina had swept and dusted the church she 
opened a large chest in the sacristy, and pro- 
ceeded to take therefrom a number of rich 
vestments which she spread out to air. 
Among them were a couple of exquisitely em- 
broidered shawls, which had been formerly 


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Padre Ch’egorio^s Visit. 


used as canopies in processions of the Blessed 
Sacrament. At the bottom of this chest lay 
some mourning vestments with a quantity of 
black muslin and gauze, which they pinned 
in front of the altar and about the candle- 
sticks. 

After three or four hours’ work, the chapel 
was ready for the morrow. Wliile Serafina 
and the children were thus engaged, they had 
many visitors, women and girls from the 
village, as well as a crowd of little boys who 
sat in a row on the old adobe wall, regarding 
the proceedings with apparent interest, but 
none of them offered any assistance, which 
seemed to be neither expected nor desired. 

It was noon, when, everything completed, 
Serafina and the children closed the church 
once more, and betook themselves home. As 
they neared the house, they saw a vehicle 
standing in front of the door. 

Oh, it is Padre Gregorio ! ” cried Pancho, 
beginning to run quickly, followed by ’Chita, 
while Serafina, disappointed at not being 
at home to receive the honored guest, made 


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63 


all the speed she could to keep up with them. 
But the children soon outdistanced her, and 
presently she saw the priest come out on the 
piazza, his hat in his hand. 

Oh ! she thought. It is too bad. Maybe 
he will not know where we are and think to 
go away for his dinner.” But now the chil- 
dren were nearly at the door. He saw them 
coming and nodded and smiled. 

He was above the middle height, a most 
commanding figure, gracious and graceful in 
every movement. For many years he had 
worn a beard, because of some throat 
trouble; this gave him a venerable appear- 
ance, apart from his priestly dignity, which 
was his greatest charm. The children had no 
sooner reached him than they seized both 
hands and began to chatter in a manner 
which showed they felt perfectly at home 
with him who had treated them as a father 
since the death of their own, two years 
before. 

Welcome, Padre Gregorio!” they cried. 

Oh, we are so glad, so glad! ” 


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Padre Gregorio’s Visit. 


"But how well you look/’ exclaimed the 
priest, looking first at one and then the other. 
" And how brown ! Soon you cannot be told 
from the Mexicans.” 

" It is the sun, Padre Gregorio,” answered 
’Chita, looking at her small brown hands. 

" Of course it is the sun,” said the priest. 
" And it is good for you. But the English 
relations — what will they say? ” 

" Oh, have you had a letter? ” cried 
Pancho. 

"No, not yet,” replied the priest, cheer- 
fully. " But one must come soon, I think.” 

"I do not believe they want us, or they 
would write,” said Pancho, looking earnestly 
at Father Gregorio. 

" And if not? ” was the reply, as cheerfully 
as before. "If not, we shall have to do 
without. Don’t you believe that God knows 
best?” 

"Yes, yes. Padre Gregorio,” they both 
answered, making way for Serafina, who 
had now arrived, tired and breathless, and 
knelt respectfully for the Padre’s blessing. 


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55 


With many apologies for her absence, she 
went into the house, and soon had dinner 
prepared. After it was over, the priest went 
down to the village and with his own hands 
rang the bell to announce his presence. After 
a while people began to come for confession, 
although they were few in number. When 
they had finished. Padre Gregorio went about 
from house to house, asking if there were 
any children for baptism. There proved to 
be several, and he requested their parents 
to bring them to the church on the after- 
noon of the next day. It was nightfall when 
he returned to the adobe dwelling, where the 
children were eagerly awaiting him. 

When they had retired to rest, after a most 
pleasant evening. Padre Gregorio sought 
Serafina on the porch where she sat in the 
darkness, and said, ‘^Well, how does it go, 
Serafina? Is there enough money in the 
purse these days?” 

Yes, Padre,” she replied. There is much 
drawn-work ready now against the winter, 
when the visitors come, and there arc 


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Padre Gregorio's Tisit. 


baskets, too, I have made. All the summer 
I have been busy, and there is plenty of 
money.’^ 

am glad to hear it,” said the priest. 

But if ever you should need anything, let 
me know.” 

** I will,” said the old woman. But I do 
not like. Padre Gregorio, that you should 
have to give money so. Will they pay it to 
you again? The relations, I mean.” 

^'What matter?” said the priest. It is 
not much that I have done. I would gladly 
do more for their fathers sake, as well as 
their own.” 

And do you think they are coming soon 
for the little ones? ” 

I cannot say,” was the reply. It begins 
to look as though they do not want the poor 
children. But we must keep them in good 
hopes until we know for a certainty.” 

After a few words more he retired, and 
Serafina also betook herself to rest. By 
seven o’clock the next morning a large 
crowd had assembled outside the church. 


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57 


some on foot, others in wagons, but the 
greater number came on horseback; the men 
presenting a picturesque appearance with 
their broad-brimmed hats, bright-colored 
neck handkerchiefs, and striped flannel 
shirts with a cloth or velveteen jacket flung 
over the left shoulder. The women were all 
attired in black, with shawls or rebosas * on 
their heads, instead of bonnets. There were 
also about fifty Indians from the village near 
the springs, where they raised mocking- 
birds and made baskets and ollas for a 
livelihood. These they disposed of during 
the tourists^ season in Santa Juana, or car- 
ried three or four times a year to the nearest 
American town, about fifteen miles distant. 

Nothing could exceed the devotion and 
reverence of the congregation during the 
solemn Mass of All Souls, albeit there was no 
music of any kind save the monotonous 
chanting of the Litany for the Dead after the 
Holy Sacrifice was finished. 

In the afternoon there were several 


* A sort of luautle. 


58 Padre Gregorio's Visit, 

baptisms. About four o’clock, after a hasty 
repast, which Serafina had' ready when he 
returned. Padre Gregorio took his departure, 
promising to send news of any letter that 
should arrive by the first messenger he 
could find who was coming to Santa Juana. 

The children felt listless after he had gone, 
but Serafina reminded them that this was 
the night when the Indians went in proces- 
sion to the graveyard, and they hastened to 
the box where their candles lay in readiness. 
When they opened it, both uttered a joyful 
cry. 

Here are six, ten, a dozen candles, Sera- 
fina,” they exclaimed, "and we only put 
four away.” 

"Antonio brought the rest, because you 
were so good to carry water to Josefina last 
summer, when she was ill,” said Serafina. 

" How I love the good Antonio ! ” cried 
’Chita, who loved every one that did her a 
kindness. " I will put a candle at the grave 
of the grandfather for him.” 

The sun had set and night was falling fast. 


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59 


as it always does in this semi-tropical 
country. Soon the trio joined the straggling 
crowd that came from the village towards 
the graveyard, which lay on the hillside sur- 
rounded by a rough white-washed paling, 
with a black wooden cross above the gateway. 
In this treeless spot, where the sun beat 
fiercely all day long for three hundred and 
fifty days in the year, it would have been 
useless to attempt to plant flowers or shrubs 
on the graves, which were, for the most part, 
marked only by a rude cross, badly lettered, 
giving the name and age of the deceased. 
One by one the lights began to shine out as 
they were placed at the head and foot of the 
graves. 

Serafina lighted four candles which she 
put into the earth above a grave a little apart 
from the others. It was that of Mr. Eaton, 
the father of the children. When they had 
knelt reverently for a few moments, they 
arose, and, passing slowly along the beaten 
path, went towards that portion of the 
cemetery set apart for the Indians. Low 


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wailing sounds were heard in the distance, 
which became clearer as a procession of 
black-garbed figures advanced, walking in 
couples, all bearing lighted candles in their 
hands. They were the Indian women from 
La Pietra, come to mourn over their dead. 
When they had reached the hallowed en- 
closure, they glided slowly about from grave 
to grave, sticking their candles wherever they 
could find a place for them, still wailing and 
crying. When they had disposed of them, an 
old woman, the wife of a former captain of 
the tribe, placed herself in the centre of a 
circle which closely surrounded her, and said 
a few words in her own language. 

What is she saying? asked ’Chita, in a 
whisper. 

She is telling them never to forget to 
pray for their friends,” answered Serafina, 
^Tor the time will soon come when they too 
will need prayers.” 

When the woman had finished, she knelt 
down and began to recite, in Spanish, the 
Litany of the Dead, to which the others 


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61 


responded. They then again formed in 
procession and proceeded slowly out of the 
grave-yard, singing a weird chant, which is 
given below for the benefit of our readers 
who would like to familiarize themselves with 
the peculiar style of music affected by these 
strange, melancholy people. 


‘Reaaremoa pata Xas fiSuettaa. 





hearken, hearken to their voic-es, ye who loved them. 
raM. a tempo. 


Fa - therfl, Mothers, dear ; Sis - ters, Broth-ers, 


Wives and Husbands, Pray for them, oh, pray. 


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The dear departed on us call, 

Oh, shall they call in vain? 

Oh, hear them pleading, hear them sighing 
In their fiery pain. 

Fathers, mothers, dear; sisters, brothers, 
Wires and husbands, pray for them; oh, pray! 

Uplift your voices ye who wait, 

Not ready yet to go; 

Ah! supplicating, interceding. 

Aid them in their woe; 

Children, daughters dear; fathers, mothers, 
Sons and husbands, pray for them; oh, pray! 

Strange to relate, there were no men 
accompanying the women — ^at least within 
the confines of the cemetery. But when 
they passed into the open, numbers of them 
suddenly appeared upon the roadside, bring- 
ing up the rear of the procession. The dole- 
ful, weird chanting could be heard long after 
they were out of sight, now rising, now fall- 
ing on the chill night air. From above, the 
stars looked down on the twinkling candles, 
which burned above the graves to the 
number of four or five hundred. Long after 
the children reached home they could see 
them from the window, illuminating the 


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63 


silent city of Las Muertas; and long after 
they were asleep, Serafina knelt, with arms 
outstretched, her face towards the rapidly 
decreasing lights, which one by one faded 
away. Until the last one had flickered into 
darkness, she remained, motionless as a 
statue, in the same position — praying for the 
dead. 


CHAPTER IV. 

AT THE SPRINGS. 

For three nights there had been plentiful 
showers, and already the trees began to show 
a faint tinge of green. The mornings were 
fresh and cool, but at mid-day the sun came 
down hotly still. On the fourth day Serafina 
looked up at the sky and said, There will 
be no more rain, I think, for a little while. 
To-morrow, children, we will go to the 
springs.” 

Good news, good news ! ” cried ’Chita, 
jumping up from her seat on the step and 
throwing her arms about the Indian woman’s 
neck. And I can go with Ignacio to shoot 
quail, and maybe he will take me to his 
home to see the goats. Oh, I am glad, I am 
-glad!” 


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65 


If I may not go to shoot quail, I do not 
think Serafina will let you, ’Chita,’’ said 
Pancho. I am older, and a boy. If papa 
had lived, I would by this time know how to 
shoot.” 

^^That is true, Pancho,” answered Sera- 
fina, ‘^hut I must take great care. If your 
papa were here he would know how to teach 
you. That would he different.” 

Yes, yes, I know, Serafina,” said Pancho. 
‘^1 do not blame you at all, but I think I 
am big enough now to go with Ignacio. He 
is so careful ; never, never does he carry the 
gun loaded in the wagon, or on horseback. 
May I not, perhaps, go along?” 

“ We shall see. But now, look what I have 
to show you. They came yesterday. x\n- 
tonio brought them from the city.” 

They followed her into the house, where 
she opened a closet, and produced two dark- 
blue bathing-suits, trimmed with red. 

Oh, what joy! ” exclaimed ’Chita, seizing 
the one which she supposed to be meant for 
her, and holding it in front of her. ^^Now 


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we can go in the pool and learn to swim, if 
some one will show us. Do you know how 
to swim, Serafina? 

^‘Not V’ was the reply. ‘'Never would 
you see me in that pool, hut there will, per- 
haps, he some who can swim there, and you 
may watch them, and so perhaps learn. But 
you do not ask whence came these pretty 
bathing-clothes? 

“ You bought them for us, I think,’^ said 
Pancho, “ and you were very good to do it.” 

“ I did not, indeed, querido” said Serafina. 
“ Not money enough have I to spare for that, 
though I would like. It was Padre Gregorio 
who sent them.” 

“ How did he know to send them? ” asked 
^Chita. “ The good Padre Gregorio — I love 
him.” 

“Ah, I know,” said Pancho, quickly. 
“ And I feel ashamed. Do you not remem- 
ber, ’Chita, that you said to him, ‘We are 
going to the springs for a few days, and, 
maybe, we will go in the pool if Serafina can 
fix for us some bathing-clothes.’ And then 


At the fifirings. 


67 


you said, ^ Oh, how pretty bathing-clothes 
have some little girls and hoys that once I 
saw there/ Yes, that made him think to do it, 
’Chita, and it is too bad that he spent his 
money that way for us.” 

IN’o, it is not too had,” said ’Chita. It 
is very good. lie will like to do it, for he 
loves us, and he knows that it makes us 
happy. Is it not so, Serafina? ” 

Yes, you are right,” was the reply. 

But they are so pretty that I do not like 
that you should spoil them in the water.” 

Oh, the water will not spoil them,” said 
’Chita, gayly running olf with the bathing- 
suit in her hand. They are made to wear 
in the water.” 

Presently she returned, arrayed in the 
blouse, short skirt and trousers. 

^^I think it looks so pretty,” she said. 

The red braid all around makes it look so 
pretty. Do let me run down and show it to 
Josefina.” 

But Pancho as well as Serafina vetoed this 
at once, and she was reluctantly obliged to 


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resume her usual every-day garments. 
When she returned the Indian woman said, 
^^You may go now, children, down to An- 
tonio and say to him that to-morrow by eight 
we will be ready for the springs. Ask him 
to come with the wagon, and loan the little 
oil-stove, if Josefina does not need it any 
more this year.’^ 

They bounded off to do her bidding, and 
soon returned on horseback behind Ignacio, 
whom they met near the post office. He 
would not dismount, saying that he must be 
at home by ten, adding, It is good that 
you all are coming, Serafina, and I am glad 
that I know, for I will clear out the large 
tent, where no one will come any more this 
year, so that you may have plenty of room. 
It will be all ready when you are there. 
Adios’^ * and waving his hand, he rode away. 

Antonio arrived promptly at eight the next 
morning. After shutting the windows and 
fastening the doors, Serafina and the chil- 
dren were soon seated in the wagon, sur- 


♦ Good-by. 


At the Springs, 


69 


rounded by sundry boxes and bags which con- 
tained clothing and a supply of groceries. 
Strapped on at the back were mattresses and 
blankets, for Serafina was cleanliness person- 
ified, and would rather have lain on the bare 
ground than to have sought repose on bed- 
ding which had been used by all sorts of 
persons, with all kinds of diseases. 

Their progress was somewhat slow, be- 
cause of the heavy load, though to-day there 
were two mules harnessed to the wagon. 
When they reached the top of the hill which 
gave them the first sight of the tented valley, 
’Chita stood up and waved a bathing-towel 
which she had taken from the bundle for 
that purpose. 

Almost immediately they saw Ignacio ad- 
vancing from the porch of the bath-house, 
and by the time they reached the end of the 
shady lane which led through the cotton- 
woods into the springs, he was waiting to 
receive them. After the first joyous greet- 
ing had been exchanged he took ’Chita by 
the hand, saying to Antonio, ^^If you will 


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drive up to the tent it will be better. Then 
we can easier take out the things. See, there 
is your house, he smilingly continued, point- 
ing to a large tent, standing on a slight ele- 
vation at some distance from the others, 
which were not more than ten feet apart. 

I had it moved yesterday, for I know you 
like to he alone. And it is in the very 
prettiest and driest place, sloping on all 
sides, with the sycamore behind for shade. 
In the front, J oaquin will put up a ramada * 
so that you can sit out even when the sun 
shines, for that is why you come.” 

Serafina smiled her thanks, and they began 
unloading the wagon. The tent was quite 
large, with a clean hoard floor, which she and 
Ignacio at once covered with a couple of 
Navajo blankets, brought with the rest of 
the stores. Ignacio next stretched a line 
across the middle of the tent, on which 
Serafina hung a couple more, thus dividing 
it into two apartments. In the front portion, 
canvas cots were placed at either side. 


* A branch-covered bower or arbor. 


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71 


On them Ignacio stretched the mat- 
tresses, and ’Chita and Pancho proceeded 
to make up their beds with clean sheets, and 
more Navajo blankets. An empt}^ dry-goods 
box, covered with an old but gayly colored 
shawl, served as a table and wardrobe. Two 
splint bottomed chairs completed the fur- 
niture. On the other side of the partition 
the Indian woman and Ignacio were unpack- 
ing the oil-stove and a few dishes and cook- 
ing utensils. Two large boxes, produced by 
Ignacio, answered for kitchen and dining- 
tables, two smaller ones for seats. Nails 
driven in the tent posts held the cooking- 
utensils — the dishes when not in use being 
kept in the boxes, which each contained a 
couple of shelves. In a corner a roll of 
coarse Mexican blankets laid upon a cot 
constituted Serafina’s bed. The flaps of the 
tent were pinned back at either side, making 
a current of air at all times. 

The impromptu kitchen looked down into 
the valley. The front compartment com- 
manded a view of the spring, the pool, the 


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bath-houses and the near foot-hills, behind 
which three giant peaks lifted their towering 
heads. While they were arranging their be- 
longings, Joaquin appeared in the distance, 
almost hidden beneath an immense bundle of 
willow branches, which he carried on his 
shoulders. 

Oh, here comes Joaquin! ” cried Thita, 
and Pancho ran out from the tent, where he 
had been helping Serafina, to greet the new- 
comer. He was a gigantic Indian, about 
sixty 3"ears of age, with the most rugged of 
faces, and the most musical of voices. 
Smiling from under his green leafy burden, 
he greeted the children with many welcomes, 
and soft caressing words. When he had de- 
posited his load, they accompanied him to 
the river bank for another supply. 

*^It takes a great many branches to make a 
ramada, doesn’t it, J oaquin ? ” said ’Chita, as 
she tripped along, clinging to the old man’s 
hand. 

Yes,” he replied. A great many, and if 
one must build two, one must haul a double 


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78 


quantity. And after, one must go up the 
road for the lumber to make the posts.’^ 

‘'But why posts?” inquired Pancho. 
“ Are not the thick branches of trees enough 
to stick in the ground?” 

“No,” said Joaquin. “They are not 
strong enough to bear the top, especially at 
this season of the year, when the wind may 
blow hard at any time, and throw down the 
whole.” 

“ And why make two ramadas, Joaquin? ” 
asked ^Chita, “and where? Last year we 
had but one.” 

“ In order that the children and Serafina 
may have shade both morning and after- 
noon,” was the reply. “In the morning the 
sun faces this way; in the afternoon that 
way; therefore you can have always shade. 
And if Serafina likes she can do the washing 
there at the back, and the sun will not be 
hot on her head when she works under the 
ramada.'’ 

After several journeys to and from the 
river, Joaquin announced that he had enough 


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At the Springs. 


material for his purpose. Then taking a saw 
he went for the posts, accompanied by Igna- 
cio. They returned in a short time, carrying 
them, and soon had them planted in the 
ground at either end of the tent, directly in 
front of the openings, at a distance of eight 
feet apart, each way, thus forming a good- 
sized square. Having stripped the leaves 
from some of the thickest boughs, a task in 
which he was assisted by Pancho and ^Chita, 
Joaquin stretched them from post to post on 
three sides, about two feet from the top, 
tying them securely with long strips of fibre, 
peeled from the fresh, green stems. In the 
same manner he constructed a roof, which 
he quickly covered with interlacing boughs, 
forming an agreeable shade. The sides be- 
ing open, air could circulate freely, while the 
fierce heat of the sun could not penetrate the 
boughs which formed the picturesque and 
pleasant ramada. When it was finished, 
Joaquin and Ignacio brought a couple of 
rocking-chairs, which they placed in this de- 
lightful out-door sitting-room. One for 


At the Springs. 


75 


’Chita and one for Serafina/’ said Ignacio, 
as he deposited them on the ground. 
for Pancho, he never sits.” 

" On horseback I would like to sit behind 
you soon, when you go to shoot quail,” said 
the boy, looking wistfully at Serafina, who 
had come to the doorway of the tent to an- 
nounce dinner. 

‘^If Serafina will,” said Ignacio, with a 
smile. 

Perhaps,” said the old woman. It will 
be a great thing if I do,” she continued. 

With no other person would I let him go. 
But you are careful — as his own father, 
Ignacio. When do you go?” 

This afternoon,” was the reply. To- 
morrow come some visitors for a few days,, 
and they would like game while they stay.” 

^^And will you not eat with us now, 
Ignacio?” said Serafina. ‘^I have warmed 
some frijoles in the black pot over the fire, 
which I made of some sticks. They are very 
good, with a nice piece of pork and some 
peppers.” 


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At the Springs. 


" With pleasure, I would, answered 
Ignacio, if it were possible. Who will care 
for the baths while I do? ’’ 

Will you, Joaquin? ” 

Surely,’^ said the man. ‘^Though just 
now no one will come, and the campers have 
all bathed.” 

Ignacio needed no further persuasion. 
They were all soon seated merrily around the 
impromptu table, while Serafina waited on 
them, producing from a basket which she 
had hung on a tree behind the tent some per- 
simmons and late grapes for dessert. 

And where did you get these, Serafina,” 
asked Ignacio, after the children had fin- 
ished expressing their pleasure. 

** From J osefina, to whom a ^ tourist ^ gave 
some yesterday, when she permitted her to 
take the picture of the little ones.” 

"So pretty are they, those little ones,” 
said Ignacio. " But where is Antonio? He 
has not gone back yet to Santa Juana? ” 

" No,” said the Indian woman. " He has 
gone down the valley to the Senora Marta, 


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77 


who will go to stay with them for a week. 
But first I gave him a little to eat.^’ 

When dinner was over, and the dishes 
washed and put away, she took ^Chita by the 
hand and went down to the pool. The child 
was clamorous for a bath in the steaming 
water, probably with a desire to put on her 
new bathing-suit. But Pancho wavered be- 
tween a plunge and the wish to accompany 
Ignacio on his shooting expedition. 

^^You have plenty of time for both,” said 
Ignacio, and to wait a little for the bath. 
It is not good to go in so soon after you have 
eaten.” 

When do you start for the quail? ” asked 
the boy. 

About four. In an hour we will be back. 
It is now two,” he continued, looking at an 
immense silver watch which he drew from 
his pocket. 

At twelve we had dinner,” said Serafina. 
At half past two you may go in, queridos, 
and for, perhaps, half an hour play around in 
the water. And while we wait, so that you 


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At the Springs. 


are not impatient, let us go down and see 
old Tomas 

This expedition was welcome to both chil- 
dren. After a short walk down the sandy 
road, they came to a little hut among the 
bushes, closely sheltered from sun and wind, 
where lived the old Indian who had dis- 
covered the springs. 

It was indeed a curious dwelling-place, 
built of the branches of interlacing trees, 
placed close together, the interstices being 
filled with clay, crumbling in many places, 
thus permitting the entrance of wind and 
rain. 

‘^Does he live always here?^^ inquired 
^Chita. 

‘^Yes, always,^’ said Serafina. 

“ But is it not cold in the winter, and wet 
when the rain comes? 

Ignacio says that the skin of Tomas is 
like leather, so tanned and dried up by age 
and the sun,” said Pancho. ^^He says that 
the old man cannot feel the cold or the 
dampness.” 


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79 


And does not the damp make the rheu- 
matism come, Serafina? inquired ’Chita. 
‘^When it rains, and you are in the house, 
even, you say it pains you.” 

‘‘ Tomas has lived all his life this way,” 
said the Indian woman. In a house 
he could not stay — it would smother him. 
And rheumatism, I think, he has never 
had.” 

By this time they were in front of the tent. 
It was so small that one within could not 
stand upright in it. 

Is he there? ” whispered ’Chita, creeping 
closer to her protectress. 

The Indian woman pressed her hand, 
making at the same time a peculiar sound 
between closed lips. It seemed to come from 
the depths of the throat, and sounded like 
this: Huh-huh-huh.” 

A faint movement was heard inside; the 
flap of the tent was lifted and a head, looking 
more like an immense carved hickory nut 
than anything else, was thrust forth. A few 
patches of white hair grew on top; the re- 


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At the Springs. 


mainder of the mahogany-colored surface 
was hard and shiny. 

Serafina said a few words which the chil- 
dren could not understand. The flap of the 
tent ascended a little higher, was slowly 
fastened hack, and the form of the old Indian 
was revealed. He was literally clothed in 
rags — the accumulation of years, tied, one 
above the other, about his attenuated body. 
Slowly and painfully he raised himself from 
the ground with the aid of a long staff, and 
motioned the trio to enter. ^Chita drew 
back ; the interior was not inviting. 

^Chita,” whispered her brother, reproach- 
fully, ^'he will feel bad,” at the same time 
making a step forward. But Serafina laid 
her hand upon his arm. 

He cannot see well,^’ she said. He does 
not know. And I do not think he is very 
clean. Do not go in, Pancho.” 

The old man extended his hand, where- 
upon she emptied the contents of the bag she 
carried on the ground beside him. It con- 
tained a supply of meat and bread. Imme- 


At the Springs. 


81 


diately he sat down again, and began to eat 
ravenously, entirely regardless of his visitors. 

^^Come,’’ said Chita, turning away, and 
pulling the Indian woman’s dress. ^‘He is 
such a dirty man; it makes me sick to look 
at him. Why does he not die, Serafina? He 
is too old to live any longer. Why does not 
God make him die, Pancho? Why not, do 
you think? ” 

This was a question her companion was 
unable to answer, but as they walked away, 
Pancho said very gravely : It is not, per- 
haps, very nice to look at Tomas, ’Chita, but 
he is old and we must be good to him. Per- 
haps some day, if we live long enough, we 
too may be like that.” 

Never, never! ” exclaimed the child, 
passionately. “ How can we look like 
Indians — dirty Indians, even if we are one 
hundred years old?” 

Pancho’s eyes opened wide with surprise 
and reproach. The look brought her to her- 
self. Casting a swift, frightened glance up 
into Serafina’s face, she threw herself in 


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front of the old woman, clasping her waist, 
as she cried. Oh, my dear, dear Serafina, 
forgive me if I have said anything bad. For 
you are Indian, too, though not that kind. 
Do not be vexed with ^Chita, Serafina. Oh, 
whom do I love like you? No one but 
Pancho ! ” 

The faithful servant patted the curly 
head of the little offender; her face was not 
at all disturbed. ^^My darling could not 
anger me,” she said, drawing the child close 
to her bosom. 


CHAPTER V. 


A NEW ACQUAINTANCE. 

A FEW minutes later the children were 
sporting around in the pool, throwing water 
on each other, diving up and down, pretend- 
ing to swim, while Ignacio and Serafina 
watched them from opposite banks of the 
miniature stream. In the midst of their 
sporting and laughing, a man came out from 
one of the tents, with a pitcher in his hand 
which he was about to fill at the spring. He 
was of unusual height, with broad, square 
shoulders, and hurried down the path with 
long, quick strides. He wore a velveteen 
hunting-coat, frayed at the edges, a pair of 
stout corduroy knickerbockers, ribbed woollen 
stockings, and thick-soled but well-fitting 
83 


84 


A New Acquaintame, 


shoes. He was smoking a short cob pipe, 
evidently with great enjoyment. 

He paused at sight of the children, regard- 
ing them with an expression of interest and 
amusement. But ^Chita didn’t propose to 
perform her antics for the benefit of 
strangers. Pausing abruptly in her amateur 
diving, she remained passively in the water, 
whispering to her brother : I wish 

he would go away. Why must he look at 
us?” 

No harm in that,” said Pancho. 

The pool is not for us alone, chiquita. If 
he wished he might come in at any time.” 

Then I would go out, if he was so rude 
as to come in while we are here.” 

^^Of course, but he will not do it,” and 
Pancho began to plunge about, scattering 
the water on his sister, who was now fixedly 
regarding the man on the bank. 

“ Pancho,” she said at last, in a loud whis- 
per, he is like papa, that man.” 

The hoy looked hurriedly around. No,” 
he replied. ^‘So stout and strong is he — ” 


A New Acquaintance, 


85 


“ Yes/’ was the rejoinder, but he is tall, 
and stoops a little, like papa. But it is the 
eyes, Pancho, that are so like, so blue and 
laughing.” 

‘‘It is so, ’Chita,” said her brother, after 
a slight pause. “And the smile, too — at 
first I thought not, but now that I look, there 
is something.” 

“See now, he laughs; did not papa wrinkle 
his forehead so? ” 

“Yes, he did,” answered Pancho. “But 
in the world there are many people, I am 
sure, who resemble each other. Look at the 
two sons of Marco Moreno, for instance.” 

“ Yes, but what a stupid thing to say, 
Pancho! Why should not the two sons of 
Marco, who are brothers, look like each 
other? But this man, he is a stranger, and 
never did I see any one so like to papa.” 

“Perhaps he is English,” said Pancho. 
“ The people of one nation are in some ways 
different from another nation.” 

“ Many English we have seen, but none 
like this man,” said ’Chita, on whom the 


A "New Acquaintance. 


real or fancied resemblance of the stranger 
to her dead father had impressed an un- 
wonted gravity. 

‘‘ What is wrong? ” called out Ignacio at 
this juncture. ‘‘ Is the water too hot? 

Oh, no/’ said Pancho, beginning to 
move about in the pool. We were only 
talking of something.” 

He may stay, if he wishes,” whispered 
’Chita. If he is like papa, I do not care,” 
and with a shy backward glance at the 
stranger she made a long stride towards the 
shallower part of the pool. 

^^Are they your children?” inquired the 
man of Serafina, taking up his pitcher pre- 
paratory to departure. 

‘^My children, Sehor?” echoed the In- 
dian woman, in surprise. 

^^Grandchildren, perhaps,” he continued. 
‘They are bright little fellows.” 

“Can the Sehor not see that they are 
white? ” she said. 

“White? They look anything but white.” 

“Still, they are, Sehor,” said the woman 


A New Acquaintance. 


87 


stiffly, turning aside, and the stranger pur- 
sued his way to the spring. 

When the children issued from the bath- 
rooms where they had been dressing, they 
were again confronted by the strange man, 
who had filled his pitcher and was in the act 
of taking a drink from the gourd which al- 
ways lay on the shelf. 

Have some? ” he inquired of ^Chita, pre- 
senting her the dripping gourd, with a 
pleasant smile. The child drew back shyly, 
thank you, Senor,’^ she said in English, 
but I do not drink the water. I hate it.” 

‘^You hate it? Why? It is very good. 
And your brother, perhaps he would like 
some? ” 

^Thank you, Senor,” he said, as he 
drained the dipper, I think it is very fine.” 

^^And so it is,” was the response. "I 
now see that you are white,” he continued, 
bluntly, regarding them attentively. And 
you are not both boys, either, as I thought. 
€oino se llaman? ” * lapsing into Spanish. 


♦ WTiat are your names ? 


88 A Acquaintance. 

Pancho and Panchita,” replied the boy, 
in the same language. 

^^Almost the same names, are they not?” 
said the stranger, returning to English. 

Yes, Sehor,” replied Pancho. ^^It is the 
short for Francis and Frances. My father 
was the one, and my mother the other, and 
we are named for them.” 

Your parents, are they dead? ” 

Yes, Sen or, they are both dead.” 

And with whom do you live? ” 

With Serafina,” answered Pancho, pre- 
paring to follow his sister, who was skipping 
gayly in advance of him. 

Something in the boy’s manner deterred 
his companion from questioning him further. 
They parted at the top of the hill. 

Come, Pancho,” called Serafina sharp- 
ly. When the boy joined her and ’Chita, 
she said What was he saying to you? ” 

** Only asking our names,” replied the boy. 

I think he is English.” 

^‘That is why, perhaps, he asks questions,” 
said the old woman. 


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89 


^Tapa was English,” said quick little 
’Chita, on the defensive. ^^And of whom 
did he ask questions? ” 

"Are there not drunken Indians, and 
lying, and thieves, and am I one? ” rejoined 
Serafina. "You are a silly child. Your 
father was of a different kind.” 

" Yet he looks a little like papa,” replied 
the child. " First I thought so, but Pancho 
not, and then he did, too.” 

" Your papa was as much more good-look- 
ing than — than — Ignacio is to old Tomas.” 

The children screamed with laughter. 
"Why are you vexed, Serafina?” asked ’Chita, 
when their merriment had subsided. 

" I am not vexed,” she replied. " But — 
I had a thought, and it was not pleasant, that 
is all.” 

"Pancho,” cried Ignacio from below. 
"We are going now for quail. You may 
come along, if Serafina will say yes.” 

" I have said yes, already,” answered Sera- 
fina in a low and reluctant voice, which the 
children did not fail to notice. 


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A Ifetc Acquaintance. 


It is a headache you have/^ said ^Chita, 
while Pancho looked at her doubtfully. 

Go, go, child,’' said the old woman, turn- 
ing to gaze after him, as waiting no further 
injunction he flew down the hill to where 
Ignacio was standing beside the little wagon, 
with his gun in his hand. 

^^It is better that you take a hot bath,” 
said ’Chita, ^^or perhaps lie^down on your 
bed for half an hour.” 

But Serafina was watching the group at 
the wagon. Presently the stranger came out 
of his tent, carrying a gun, and followed by 
a beautiful little dog. She stood immov- 
able, her brow darkening, till after they had 
started, not even answering the wave of 
Pancho’s hand, who could not help wonder- 
ing at her unusual mood. When she could 
see them no longer, she turned to the child 
standing quietly beside her. 

Bah ! ” she said impatiently. To think 
that any one could And him resembling to 
your father. So few white men do you see 
that in your minds every one must be some- 
thing like.” 


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91 


few? Indeed you are mistaken, 
Serafina,” said ’Chita, innocently. ^^We see 
many at Santa Juana. But never have we 
thought any one looked like papa before.” 

That man is not pretty, like your 
father,” persisted the other. ^^So thin, and 
such big bones, and such a stoop in the 
shoulders.” 

You are right,” replied ’Chita. He is 
an ugly man, but he is like, anyway, he is 
like. And I do not think it is to be cross 
about such a little thing to your ’Chita who 
loves you so much.” So saying, she lifted her 
arms to the old woman’s neck, embracing her 
fervently. 

Serafina’s brow cleared, her firm, straight 
lips quivered, but the child did not see the 
emotion. Gathering her nursling to her 
bosom in the slow, deliberate fashion of her 
race, an unusual demonstration, but all the 
more tender for being rare, she rocked the 
child to and fro several times in her protect- 
ing arms. 

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murmured, in a low, crooning voice. She 
loves her darling; both her darlings; 
they are the light of her eyes; her life — her 
soul.^^ But even while she caressed the child 
her dark, deep-set eyes wandered to the 
south, where the light wagon with the hunt- 
ers was rapidly disappearing in the distance. 
For in her heart of hearts she knew that the 
children were right, and that the tall broad- 
shouldered stranger whom they had that day 
met for the first time bore a striking re- 
semblance to her dead master. 

The trio returned with several dozen quail, 
and a few cotton-tail rabbits, Pancho proudly 
displaying two of the latter as his share of 
the afternoon’s spoil. 

I shot them myself, Serafina ! ” he ex- 
claimed, when she came to the door of the 
tent, ‘‘and now I can load a gun. Ignacio 
showed me. After this I can provide all the 
game.” 

“ Ah, that is good,” said the Indian 
woman. “You will soon be a man, Pan- 
chito. Now, give to me, and I will skin, and 


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clean and cook. We will have one for sup- 
per.” 

The man said they are better to hang 
for a day; that it is not right to cook so 
soon.” 

And what does that man know about 
cooking? ” answered Serafina, scornfully. 
“When has he cooked in his life? Maybe 
never. If I will make a stew of this rabbit 
with some Chili and an onion, he will not 
know if it was killed to-day or yesterday, 
that rabbit.” 

“ That is all right,” said Pancho sooth- 
ingly. “I just told you, that is all.” 

After supper, when the children sat with 
Ignacio under the ramada, in the moonlight, 
Serafina strolled off alone. After Ignacio 
had gone she said: 

“ To-night I smelled meat cooking as I 
walked and I went close to the tent of that 
wise man. And what was he doing, 
chiquitos? What think you ? Only cooking 
the rabbit that was killed this day. So, so, 
it is easy to talk. Many people do that and 


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then they do the things which they tell 
others not to do/’ 

I think he had nothing else to eat, per- 
haps,” said Pancho — perhaps he felt 
hungry to eat meat. And he did not say 
we should not cook it, he did not meddle with 
us, but only that it was better to let it hang.” 

Serafina did not reply ; she was stretching 
an old quilt across a line, to serve as a screen 
between the beds of the children. When she 
had arranged it to her satisfaction they all 
said their prayers together, and the boy and 
girl were asleep almost as soon as their heads 
touched the pillows. After she was assured 
of this, Serafina threw her rehosa over her 
head and went down to the bath-house where 
Ignacio sat quietly smoking his last cigarette 
before retiring for the night. 

When she saw that the stranger was with 
him, she made a pretence of having come 
for a drink. She would never have dreamed 
of seating herself in their company, or even 
speaking to either of them unless questioned. 
To-night, almost for the first time in her life. 


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she had felt like asking some questions of Ig- 
nacio, with reference to his companion, 
whom she had believed would have already 
sought repose. Defeated in her purpose, she 
resolved to take the first favorable oppor- 
tunity, and after a pleasant “ Buenos 
noches ” * in response to theirs, she once 
more sought the seclusion of her own tent. 
That night she fought a hard battle with her- 
self, but it ended by the victory of her bet- 
ter nature. For the first time she had rea- 
lized to the full how difficult it would be for 
her to reconcile duty and inclination with 
regard to the children. The stranger was 
an Englishman — that was all the resem- 
blance, she reasoned ; but in every one of his 
race she would now see a possible enemy; 
one who might work her the greatest sorrow 
her heart could know. Yet before she slept 
she said to herself: ^^Yes, if necessary, 
with the help of God, I will go and reveal, 
in the right quarter, who those children are. 
It is not for myself I live, but for them.^^ 


♦ Good night. 


CHAPTER VI. 

A HAPPY FORTNIGHT. 

Morning brought a more cheerful mood to 
Serafina. After eating, the children went 
with Ignacio to search for mushrooms, re- 
turning with a large quantity. 

‘^The gentleman has a headache,” said 
’Chita. ^^May I take some to him? Ignacio 
says he likes mushrooms. He would have 
come, but for the pain in his head.” 

Yes, go with her, Pancho,” said Serafina, 
without hesitation. ^^And say to him that I 
will make him some strong tea, if he wishes. 
That will be good for him.” 

Presently the children came back, ’Chita 
in the lead. 


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is very sick, that gentleman,” she 
said. ^'He lies on his bed, with a handker- 
chief around his forehead.” 

‘‘You did not go in?” replied Serafina re- 
provingly. 

“Not I, hut Pancho. I could see through 
the open door. .-\nd he said the thought of 
mushrooms made him ‘ ill ’ to-day, so we 
have brought them back.” 

“Yes,” said Pancho, “But he will have 
some tea, good and strong. He was pleased 
when I asked him.” 

“Very well,” replied Serafina, at once set- 
ting about preparing the refreshing beverage. 
“See, Ignacio is calling. He has a bucket in 
his hand. He will be going for cold water, 
maybe. Take the tin pail and go along. 

I will take the tea to the gentleman my- 
self.” 

The children needed no second bidding. 
To go anywhere or do anything in the com- 
pany of Ignacio was a joy to both. He al- 
ways had some curiosity to show, or a hand- 
ful of pinons to give them, or a story to tell. 


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Life was doubly worth the living when en- 
joyed with Ignacio. 

When Serafina had prepared the tea she 
poured it into a bright tin pail, which she 
covered with a lid ; then stood for a moment, 
reflecting. Night had brought her counsel; 
some rebellious emotions which yesterday 
had evoked, the sweet assistance of prayer 
had once more put fully under control. She 
was not sorry to have the opportunity of ob- 
serving the stranger more closely, and it was 
with the kindliest feelings that she set out 
upon her neighborly errand. 

^^Come,^’ said a languid voice in response 
to her light tap on the post of the tent. 

Her eyes flashed, she nodded her head 
quickly, ^^even so he would always answer 
when I knocked,” she murmured, and lifting 
the flap entered the neatly arranged tent. 
The sick man lifted his head at her approach; 

“I have brought some tea, Senor,” she said, 
placing the pail on a chair beside the bed. 
"If you will drink, it may relieve the pain.” 
He sat up ; uncovering the vessel, she poured 


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some tea into a cup which was lying on the 
table and handed it to him. 

He drank every drop. '^Good!^^ he said, 
falling hack on the pillow. ^‘Hot, strong, 
and sweet. The first cup of tea I have had 
in this region, where they drink nothing hut 
coffee. I thank you very much. How in the 
world did you happen to think of it?” 

^Tt was my master who always had it for 
every meal,” she replied. ^Tn his country 
they did so — he said. And when, as often, 
he had a headache like you, Senor, nothing 
made him well like the tea, hot and strong, 
sweet, hut without milk.” 

^^Ah!” he responded with some show of 
interest. take it he must have been an 
Englishman, then.” 

“Yes, Senor.” 

“You are a good Samaritan,” he said, turn- 
ing his face away from the light. “If you 
will kindly leave the tea beside the bed, I 
may take another draught presently.” She 
did as he requested, waiting a moment to see 
if he would speak again. Evidently he in- 


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tended to dismiss her, for he said no more. 
She went noiselessly out of the tent, casting 
a sharp eye on a portmanteau which lay on 
the ground at the foot of the bed. 

^^If there was a name printed on it,^^ she 
soliloquized, “that might he something, hut 
how foolish — when I cannot read. And the 
name Ignacio must know, and I can very 
soon find it out. But how foolish again — for 
if it were the same, Ignacio would already 
have noticed, and have spoken about it, if 
not to me, at least to the children.” 

She went hack to her own tent, made up 
the beds, swept the floor, and then taking 
her blankets, went down to the bath-house 
for her daily plunge in the hot water. 

While in the bath, she heard the children 
and Ignacio outside. “I am here, chiquitos/^ 
she called. “Will you swim now in the pool?” 

“Yes,” answered ’Chita. “We are going 
to get ready.” 

When she came out the children were in 
the water. Ignacio sat on the bank, pre- 
pared for any emergency that might arise. 


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She wrapped the heavy blanket shawl closely 
about her, so as not to take cold after the 
bath, and seated herself beside him. 

^^There are very few at the springs now, 
Ignacio,” she said. I have never seen so few.” 

^‘It is the dullest season,” he replied. 
^^About Christmas, or a little after, they will 
begin to come again. This morning those six 
who were camping went away. And to-day 
three ladies who were in that tent over there 
will go also. There are now only yourself 
and the little ones, and Mr. Garside.” 

^^What name did you say, Ignacio?” she 
inquired eagerly, much to the surprise of the 
young man, who had never before known her 
to ask a question relative to strangers, or in- 
terests not her own. 

‘^Mr. Garside,” he repeated. ^^He is a great 
traveller; he has been everywhere. A nice 
gentleman, but to-day he has the headache.” 

^‘Yes, I know,” she rejoined. have 
taken him some tea.” 

^Tea!” exclaimed Ignacio, ^^How can any 
one drink it, especially with a headache.” 


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‘^But he did, and he liked it. So with my 
master when he had the headache.^’ 

^‘What a strange taste have the English in 
some ways,’^ said Ignacio musingly. 

‘^Is the Sehor English?” asked Serafina. 

‘^Oh, yes, can you not see it? There is 
even something of the Senor Eaton in his 
appearance, Serafina. So have the children 
thought also, and I, from the first. Do you 
not think so?” 

Serafina drew a long breath of relief. The 
name she had longed yet dreaded to hear 
bore no resemblance to that of her late mas- 
ter; the man who suggested him so strongly 
was not his brother; he would not take her 
nurslings away from her. Last night she 
had been frightened at herself when she 
found how bitter a struggle it would cost her 
to perform a duty which she feared might 
arise at any moment, the duty of making 
them known to their relative, if this stranger 
might prove to be he. But this morning she 
had not flinched, and this was the reward. 
So it was with usual vivacity that she replied. 


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^TTes, he is something like, Ignacio. But 
so ugly, I think. And it may he that all 
those English are resembling to each other.” 

^^No,” said Ignacio, reflectively, in his 
slow, deliberate way. I have seen many — 
tourists and mining men, and ship-cap- 
tains, hut they are of all kinds, just like the 
French, or Spanish, or Americans. It is 
something in the eye, and the voice, that re- 
sembles to Mr. Eaton.” 

Serafina looked up. The subject of their 
conversation was approaching. He seemed 
pale and languid. Ignacio hastened to get a 
camp-stool, which he placed on the bank. 

Sit there, Senor,” he said. It will be 
better than standing, since you are not feel- 
ing well. It is too bad that you so often 
have those headaches.” 

Thank you,” replied Mr. Garside, taking 
the proffered stool. 

Seraflna at once arose, and remained stand- 
ing. 

Sit down, my good woman, sit down,” 
he said. But the Indian woman shook her 


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head. With Ignacio she might sit, when 
alone, hnt in the presence of a gentleman 
like her master, never. 

^^Soon must I call to the children to come 
out,” she said. And then it will be to pre- 
pare dinner. I hope your head is better, 
Senor? ” 

Very much better,” was the reply, And 
I have to thank you for it. I am subject to 
those severe attacks, which yield only to a 
cup of strong tea.” 

So it was with the Senor Eaton, my mas- 
ter. It was only tea that would cure him,” 
she replied, but she pronounced the name in 
such a peculiar manner that Mr. Garside did 
not hear it correctly. 

^^I thought it was only the English who 
depended on tea as a panacea, but I believe 
you said he was an Englishman.” 

^^Yes, Senor, Mr. Eaton was English,” 
said Ignacio, his pronunciation being al- 
most like that of Serafina. 

Aytone — Aytone,” echoed Mr. Garside. 

It seems Scotch, and yet not exactly.” 


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There was no reply to this observation; 
Serafina returned to her tent, and Ignacio 
to his own duties, as the children were now 
out of the water. Serafina felt a sense of ela- 
tion ; she had purposely directed her remarks 
so that the stranger might become aware 
of her late master^s name and he had neither 
manifested any interest, nor shown any fa- 
miliarity with it; therefore, her fears had 
been groundless. He could not be of kin to 
the children, reasoned this simple Indian 
woman; it was only a chance resemblance, 
the evil day was still far off, and then, by a 
strange inconsistency her mood changed; she 
began to reflect on the uncertainty of the 
prospect before the little ones, dependent as 
they were solely on her exertions and the 
kindness of Padre Gregorio. How could 
she find means to educate and provide for 
them as befitted their station in life? What 
if she should die, and even Father Gregorio 
— though such a double calamity seemed too 
awful to contemplate. 

By the time dinner was ready she had so 


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established herself in her new frame of mind, 
that were it not for fear of displeasing the 
wise and good priest, who was her best guide 
and counsellor, she felt equal to telling the 
story of her nurslings to this strange Eng- 
lishman, hoping, in her simplicity, that he 
might be able to give her some information 
which would result in finding friends and 
a home for the children, even though in the 
final arrangements she should be deprived of 
them forever. But her customary prudence 
and reticence prevailed; once more com- 
mitting the affair to God, she endeavored to 
put away the feeling of despondency which 
had oppressed her, with the result that when 
Pancho and Panchita came running up the 
hill, fresh and glowing from their bath, 
Serafina was her own kindly self again, which 
they were greatly rejoiced to see. 

Mr. Garside fully appreciated the rabbit 
stew she sent him for his dinner, and came 
over afterwards to sit under the ramada 
where the children were playing casino with 
Ignacio. He took a hand in the game, and 


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107 


Serafina noticed from where she sat with her 
knitting, how interested and pleased he 
seemed to be with ’Chita, who, on her part, 
began to assume towards him the endearing 
manner, as innocent as it was captivating, 
which made every one who knew her love 
and spoil the child. 

As the afternoon advanced Ignacio was in 
demand at the bath-house, and later the trio 
went oft together hunting. 

So the days passed, until a fortnight sped 
swiftly by, and Serafina announced, with 
great reluctance, however, that the holiday 
was over, and on the morrow they must re- 
turn to Santa Juana. ’Chita protested loud- 
ly at the decree. 

Why not stay here always? ” she ex- 
claimed. ^^With Ignacio, who is so good, 
and Mr. Garside, who can play all kinds of 
games, just like papa. Oh, do stay always, 
Serafina — I will love and love you ; do not 
let us go back to the ugly house and dirty, 
sandy Santa Juana again. Let us stay here 
where it is green and pleasant always, and 


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where your rheumatism is so much better. 
0 my Serafina, why must we go home? 

“I, too, would like to stay/^ said the In- 
dian woman, but how to earn money to buy 
bread for the children? Who to buy the 
baskets and the drawn-work from me if we 
remain at the springs always? And when 
the rains come, chiquita, it will not be so 
nice; for the tents are old, and the water 
will come through, and perhaps, even, there 
may be a flood. When it is raining it is good 
to be in a warm house, with the great open 
fire of Manzanitas roots, instead of to 
shiver here in a leaking tent, without even a 
stove.” 

“That is true,” said ’Chita, sadly, “but 
why not wait till the rains are here? ” 

“ Then it might be too late, chiquita/^ said 
Ignacio, who had been quietly leaning 
against one corner of the ramada while this 
protest was being made. “ Who will be so 
sorry as I when you are gone? And Mr. 
Garside goes also, next week — then I shall 
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are gathering in the sky; there will he much 
to do, it will soon rain/^ 

‘^And where will you stay, Ignacio — where 
do you stay when it rains?” 

Ignacio pointed up to the mesa* where a 
flimsy frame structure about ten feet square 
stood in all its unpainted ugliness outlined 
against the sky. ‘^It is there I will stay,” 
he said, for when it begins to rain the 
flood comes so sudden in the river as some- 
times to fill up the valley in one night. 
More than once when we were not enough 
in a hurry all the tents have been swept 
away. To-morrow when you are gone, 
Joaquin and I must begin to carry them up 
to the mesa, out of danger.” 

^Chita^s face lengthened; at the prospect 
of a flood she did not find her anticipations 
as pleasant as they had been. The thought 
r2conciled her to the inevitable, and she said, 
turning to Mr. Garside, who at this moment 
made his appearance : 

We must go home to-morrow, and you 


* A high table-land. 


no 


A Happy Fortnight. 


would better come too, or maybe the flood 
will sweep you away.” 

All laughed at this sally — all except Mr. 
Garside himself, who said, with genuine re- 
gret: 

‘^Going to-morrow? How sorry I am to 
hear it. How, I shall lose my little com- 
panions, and shall have to pack up and fol- 
low.” 

Will you follow us?” cried ^Chita. Oh, 
come to our house, Mr. Garside, and Ignacio, 
too. There it is warm and pleasant when it 
rains, and while Serafina knits, and makes 
drawn-work, and weaves baskets, we can all 
play casino, and draughts, and we will speak 
Spanish with you every day.” 

“ That would he pleasant,” said the Eng- 
lishman, with a sigh. But I am afraid, my 
little ^Chita, that we are only ^ships that pass 
in the night.^ ” 

The puzzled expression on the faces of 
his listeners at once reminded the speaker 
that he had gone beyond their depth. I 
mean,” he resumed, that we have only met 


A Happy Fortnight. 


Ill 


to part and then pass on, as travellers do 
every day. I am a rover, ^Chita, my dear; I 
shall have to move again in a few days, and 
then — who knows where I shall go? At any 
rate, I cannot remain at Santa Jnana.” 

I should think not,^^ said Pancho. For 
what would you live there, Mr. Garside? 
But for a day, perhaps, you will visit us.’^ 
“Yes, yes,’^ said Serafina, with cordial 
hospitality. “ Promise that you will come.^^ 
The promise was given, and the next 
morning reiterated, ^Chita being strenuous 
in insisting that a day should be named for 
the visit, in which Ignacio was included, 
though he could not promise to accept, as 
he would be busy now for some time, get- 
ting things in readiness for the expected 
rains. 

“On the twenty-seventh I must be in the 
city,^^ said Mr. Garside. “On the morning 
of the twenty-sixth I shall leave here, and 
you will see me about ten o^clock, ^Chita. 
That will give us a good long day, in which 
to explore Santa Juana and its neighborhood, 


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for I shall not have to leave until 5.15, on 
the last train.” 

This was satisfactory, but ^Chita parted 
from her friends with tearful eyes, notwith- 
standing, and it was an unusually silent lit- 
tle girl who perched herself beside Antonio 
on the homeward drive. But her spirits rose 
as the low adobe house came in sight, for 
after all, it was home, and before night she 
was skipping about the old familiar haunts, 
as happy and as lively as ever. 


CHAPTER VII. 


A PLEASANT VISIT. 

Ignacio sat smoking on the porch of the 
hath-honses. He and Joaquin had been 
busily taking down the tents and removing 
them to the high ground of the mesa, and 
had well earned their half hour of rest after 
dinner. Joaquin lay at full length on a 
pile of boards, also smoking, and Mr. Garside 
was sending up fragrant fumes of tobacco 
from the corn-cob pipe which was his in- 
separable companion. 

They are home by now,’^ said the Eng- 
lishman, breaking the silence. 

Oh, yes,” replied Ignacio. Long since ' 
they are home. Antonio’s mules are strong 
and quick, even with a heavy load.” 

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A Pleasant Tisit. 


I am interested in those children,” con- 
tinued Mr. Garside. An old bachelor like 
me, knocking about the world, grows unfa- 
miliar with many things — some of the best 
things, too. And among the best are chil- 
dren. I always like them.” 

‘'It is sad about them,” said Ignacio. 
“ So nice as they are, and their father such 
a gentleman. He came often to the 
springs.” 

“Pardon me if I seem inquisitive,” re- 
joined Mr. Garside, “ but I have become curi- 
ous about them, since they have aroused my 
interest, I might say, affection. How does 
it happen that they are living with that In- 
dian woman? Have they no friends or rela- 
tives? ” 

“ Not in this country, Sehor,” replied Ig- 
nacio. “ It is good that you ask about them, 
and I could wish that perhaps you might 
speak to the priest about them. It may be 
that being of the same country as their 
father, you might know their friends or rela- 
tions.” 


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115 


The Englishman smiled. England is a 
small country, but it contains many people, 
Ignacio,^^ he said. ^‘It is not likely that I 
have ever heard of their relations, but I am 
interested in the poor little things for their 
own sakes. Have they any money? Is the 
priest of whom you speak their guardian — 
and where does he live? 

In the city, he lives,” replied Ignacio, 
^'But money they have not; for the little 
that was left was spent long ago, and it is 
Serafina who supports them by her work. 
Sometimes, too. Padre Gregorio gives them; 
but he, poor man, has not much for himself.” 

“What a pity!” said Mr. Garside. “The 
father must have been an improvident man, 
I guess.” 

“ Improvident? ” echoed Ignacio. “ What 
does that mean, Mr. Garside? If anything 
bad, he was not that, but a very good man, 
a very good one.” 

“ It means careless, thoughtless in think- 
ing of the future of his children,” was the 
reply. 


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he was much troubled for them, 
Senor/^ said Ignacio. ^^Once he had money, 
but he lost it all again; his wife died; then 
he became sick and so — to the end.” 

^^Did you know his wife also?” inquired 
Mr. Garside. 

^^No, she did not come here with him, 
but died in the city of Mexico, where he mar- 
ried her. Of him I have heard nothing, but 
Serafina has told me that the Senora Eaton 
was an orphan in the house of her uncle, 
to whom Mr. Eaton was a clerk. When the 
uncle would have her marry with a rich old 
man she would not. Then they married, 
those two, and it was all over with the uncle. 
Never would he receive them. For some 
years all went well, as I have said, and then 
he lost his money. Serafina was once the 
servant of the mother of Senora Eaton, and 
so remained with her.” 

Was Mrs. Eaton a Mexican then? ” 

“Oh, yes. Of the family of Arturio, 
which is well known and of great distinc- 
tion.” 


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117 


The Englishman was not much concerned 
with the importance of the Arturio family. 
He said That does not amount to much, 
Ignacio, for those poor little children. They 
cannot profit by it in any way. But why 
have no inquiries been made as to the rela- 
tives of the father? Did he die suddenly, 
leaving no instructions? ” 

Very well did he inform Padre Gregorio 
of all things relating to his family. It was 
from the city that he came here to benefit 
by the springs, and by the advice of Padre 
Gregorio, who was his only friend in the 
city, and beside it was cheap to live in Santa 
Juana, and close to the springs. Here he 
used to come every day for a long time, al- 
ways on horseback, which was good exercise 
for him.” 

And ^ you say that inquiries have been 
made about his relatives? ” said Mr. Garside. 

Yes, Senor. Letters have been written, 
and written, but no answer comes.” 

‘^So there seems to be nothing left for 
them but— public charity.” 


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^That is how it looks, Sehor. If Sera- 
fina should die what could those poor chil- 
dren do but go to the orphan asylum? 

^^Ah! That w'ould be sad, Ignacio. 
’Chita is so sweet and attractive, while 
Pancho is a remarkable boy; childish in some 
respects for his age, but it is the childishness 
of innocence. In other respects he is grave 
beyond his years — and unusually intelli- 
gent. He is a thoughtful little fellow; no 
doubt he feels the situation keenly.” 

Ignacio was not sufficiently well versed in 
English to understand all that Mr. Garside 
meant. But he was quick enough to com- 
prehend the gist of it, and he said : 

^'Pancho is the finest boy I have ever 
seen, Senor. If it would only come to me 
to be able to do it, I should like to 
share with him and ’Chita all that I might 
have.” 

'^That is an admirable sentiment, Ig- 
nacio,” said his companion. But such 
good-will as yours does not often go with 
the possession of money.” For some time 


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119 


he smoked reflectively, apparently ponder- 
ing. At length he said 

do not suppose you could have learned, 
by any chance, from what part of England 
this man came? North or South, for in- 
stance? 

No, Senor,’^ was the reply. “ He never 
spoke to me of his affairs.'^ 

It is barely possible, of course, that I 
might have some knowledge of his family, 
though I do not think I know any one of the 
name.’^ 

“ If you would call on Padre Gregorio he 
could tell you all, Senor,’^ said Ignacio. 
^^And it would also be a pleasure to meet him.^’ 
I may do so while in the city,” rejoined 
the other. ^^But I am such a lazy fellow, 
and so selfish withal, that by the time I am 
fairly away from them I may forget all about 
it.” 

In this case I beg of you, do not,” said 
Ignacio, earnestly, taking seriously what Mr. 
Garside had said, in his own peculiar way. 

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lucky thing that you have met them. At 
least it will not he of any harm.” 

for no other reason than to oblige 
yoUf Ignacio, I will do it,” was the rejoinder. 

Although it has always been a trouble to 
me getting mixed up in things I cannot 
remedy.” 

This ended the conversation. Ignacio re- 
turned to his work and Mr. Garside went to 
his tent for his customary afternoon nap. 

A few days afterwards he found himself 
on the broad piazza of the old adobe house, 
shaking hands with Pancho and ’Chita, who 
had been looking out for him since early 
morning. 

“But where is Ignacio?” asked Pancho, 
after the first greetings were over. 

“He could not come,” said Mr. Garside. 
“ He and J oaquin are very busy these days. 
They have moved all the tents up to the 
mesa land, and to-day they are taking the 
bath-houses down. Do they do that every 
year? ” 

“ Yes, Seiior,” said Serafina. “ They put 


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them apart every year, though sometimes 
they have all their trouble for nothing, for, 
if it does not rain there will have been no 
need. Once though, when they did not do 
it the flood came and all the bath-tubs floated 
away.” 

Did they get them again? ” asked ’Chita. 
“Do I remember that time, Seraflna?” 

“You should know best, chiquita,^^ said 
Serafina, when all had finished laughing at 
the naive remark. 

“ Yes, they ^ot them,” said Pancho, “ hut 
some were broken. Don’t you remember, 
’Chita, when the drug-store went down the 
river like a boat, with Mr. Brown and his 
wife inside? ” 

“Oh, yes, I remember that’^ replied the 
little girl. “And the Adriana* fell over on 
its side, and all the shops went along down 
to the springs, and rushed past, oh, so quick, 
so quick, that no one could stop them. And 
the chickens and the ducks, Senor, they 
looked so funny.” 


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^^But you here, on this little elevation, 
were all safe, I take it? ’’ 

^^Yes, Senor,” said Pancho. ^^Papa and 
1 stood on the porch and watched it all. 
And afterwards so many came here. Papa 
asked them, and they had coffee, and slept 
on the porch and in the barn for days and 
days.^^ 

^^Now, if the Sehor will come, there is 
ready a cup of tea,” said Serafina. The 
Senor ” complied willingly. After this re- 
freshment he expressed himself as anxious 
to begin the programme of the day, but first 
declared that until they had visited the 
candy-shop he would not be able to under- 
take the arduous labor before him. 

But there is no candy-shop here, Senor,” 
said ^Chita, who had possessed herself of his 
hand, Pancho walking on the other side. 

‘^What? No candy for sale in Santa 
Juana!” he exclaimed. 

Oh, yes,” was the reply, but Serafina 
says it is not very much.” She said 
^^ooch,” and Mr. Garside laughed. 


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Why do you laugh, Senor? ’’ she asked, 
looking gravely up into his face. ^^Is it 
that you think my good Serafina does not 
know? She does, Senor. She is very wise; 
hut for her we would do many foolish 
things.^^ 

No, ^Chita, I was not laughing at Sera- 
fina, hut at your quaint English. But it 
is very sweet, I do assure you; I like to hear 
it.” 

^Chita is nice,” said Pancho, flashing a 
brilliant smile at his sister, ^^hut sometimes 
she talks too much. Still, she is little, and 
you must excuse her, Senor. The truth is 
that Serafina cannot afford that we huy 
candy, and that is why she tells that it is 
not good.” 

^^That may he,” replied Mr. Garside, 
cheerfully. Anyway, we must test it. 
Where have they some for sale? ” 

^^At the curio store,” said Pancho, ^^and 
that you will enjoy, Senor, for there are 
many beautiful things to he found there.” 

The candy was purchased and pronounced 


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very good, even by Mr. Garside, who declared 
himself something of a judge. Much to the 
amazement of the children he asked for 
^^lollipops/’ ^^toffee/’ and ^‘bulFs-eyes/^ but 
as the polite storekeeper liad none of these 
delicacies in stock, they were fain to content 
themselves with chocolate creams, pepper- 
mints and burnt almonds. 

Filled with the spirit of generosity, Mr. 
Garside wanted to fill the pockets of the 
children with various curios, which Pancho 
very sensibly refused to accept, saying that 
they could examine them every day from the 
outside of the windows, if they chose, and 
that they were only kept for the tourists, who 
purchased them as souvenirs. 

They next went to the church, which in- 
terested Mr. Garside, and it was there the 
children learned, for the first time, that he 
was a Catholic. Then they took him to the 
monument,” a small obelisk of granite, en- 
closed by an iron fence, which Pancho ex- 
plained was the dividing line between Mexico 
and California. After he had finished. 


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^Chita took up the theme. Setting her little 
feet firmly on the ground at some distance 
apart, she said, Here I am in Mexico,’’ 
pointing to one foot, and here in California. 
If I am bad and they want to arrest me, no 
matter how many rurales * come, they can 
not do it until I take my one foot and put it 
close to the other, so that I am on their side, 
and if I go two or three paces away, on this 
side or that, they cannot arrest me at all.” 

" So you already begin to comprehend the 
law of extradition,” said Mr. Garside, smil- 
ing. I am sure, though, you will take care 
not to deserve arrest from either party.” 

Once,” she calmly continued, ignoring 
the reference to herself, once there was no 
fence around this monument. Ho, it was 
not this, but an old one. And some people 
called vandals came, and cut off here a 
chip, and broke off with reeks thei'e another, 
until it was an ugly sight indeed. And the 
men came and took down the old monument 
and it lay a long time in the sand, till one 

♦Mounted police of Mexico, who are always on the lookout 
on the borders for smugglers and criminals. 


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dayDesiderio Orosco came and had it chopped 
and cut into little pieces to sell in his 
curio store. And then the rurales were 
going to arrest him, but he paid, and they 
did not. Serafina says that he made 
much money by selling those little pieces of 
stone. 

^^Yes,’^ said Pancho, ^^and pretty soon 
they came and built up this new one, with 
the iron fence around.’^ 

^‘And now the vandals come no more, 
or if they do,^^ said ^Chita, ^^they dare not 
climb over the fence, or the rurales will 
catch them. Do you know any vandals, 
Mr. Garside?^^ 

I am afraid I do,’^ said the Englishman 
ruefully. Indeed I don't know but what 
I have been occasionally a sort of one, myself. 
Where did you hear the word, ^Chita? 

^^From my papa,’^ said the child. ^^He 
did not like them, and I am sure you can- 
not ever have been one, Senor?” 

Mr. Garside clasped the little hand more 
closely in his own. ^^Well, perhaps not,” 


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he rejoined, and now, what else have you to 
show me?” 

‘^Perhaps you would like to visit the 
Aduana” said Pancho, leading the way. 

Presently the gentleman found himself be- 
ing introduced to several soher-looking Mexi- 
can officials, none of whom, with the excep- 
tion of the chief, could speak English. The 
children spoke to them in Spanish, and evi- 
dently impressed them with a sense of his 
importance, for they were exceedingly polite 
and affable. From there they strolled down 
to the river and sat for some time under the 
willows, while Pancho described how the 
stream had several times changed its course 
on the occurrence of great floods. 

And why do they always rebuild in the 
same place?” asked Mr. Garside. ^^It 
would be far more desirable, it seems to me, 
to locate the town on that elevation yonder, 
close to where you live; then there would 
be no danger from the river.” 

I do not know, Senor,” said the boy ; al- 
ways they build again where they were and 


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always they say, ^ it will be the last time that 
the water comes this way The current is 
now changed for good/ And again — it is 
the same way/’ 

“ They are not progressive,” said Mr. Gar- 
side. ‘'And yet this land, under proper 
cultivation and with plenty of water, might 
he made a Paradise. It is the lack of am- 
bition — and no doubt — poverty — which 
leaves it as it is.” 

“ See, through the trees,” said ’Chita. 
“ There is the red flag, waving from the 
house; that means dinner is ready.” 

“ A novel idea,” said Mr. Garside. “ One 
can see it from almost any point in the neigh- 
borhood. We must not keep Seraflna wait- 
ing; let us go.” 

Seraflna had exhausted her culinary skill, 
and was pleased to see that Mr. Garside did 
justice to the savory viands set before him, to 
which Ignacio had secretly contributed quail 
and lettuce, grown in his mother’s garden 
four miles away. He was there himself 
when they arrived, much to the delight of 


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129 


the children. I had to come for the mail,” 
he said, hut he needed no excuse. After 
dinner he took them across the line in his 
two-seated light wagon, where Mr. Garside 
had an opportunity of seeing some flourish- 
ing ranches belonging to Americans, in 
great contrast to those of their Mexican 
neighbors. When they returned the train 
had already arrived. A hurried stop at the 
house for his valise, and a kindly good-by 
to Serafina, and they once more returned to 
the station. 

As the Englishman put forth both hands 
to take leave of the children, he experienced 
a curious sensation. The tie of race is 
strong; in some sense he was partly of the 
same blood as those two gentle, lovable, help- 
less children, cast helplessly, one might say, 
upon the desert of the world. 

Good-by ! ” he said. This is the bother 
of making friends to a fellow like me, al- 
ways travelling about. One has to leave 
them. Good-by, God bless you!” and be- 
fore they could utter a word he jumped on 


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the lower step of the train and was gone. 
They saw him shake Ignacio’s hand; the 
train began to move, and ’Chita cried out : 

Get off; get off, Ignacio — or you will be 
taken away.” 

The next moment ’Chita found herself 
lifted into the wagon; Pancho climbed up 
beside her, and they drove home in silence. 
Serafina was awaiting them in the doorway. 

"He is gone, Serafina; he is gone,” said 
’Chita. " In such a hurry at the last he 
went, that there was no time to say a word. 
Oh, how sorry I am that he is not coming 
any more ; never since papa did I see so nice 
a gentleman.” 

" Come,” said Serafina, " I will give you 
bread and honey. That will make you feel 
better. Thank you, Ignacio, and come soon 
again.” 

’Chita followed her into the house, appear- 
ing a moment later on the porch, as she 
called, "Pancho, Pancho, come in for bread 
and honey! ” But her brother did not hear 
her; he was sitting behind the big pepper 


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131 


tree with his head in his hands, trying, with 
dry throat, to swallow the tears that were 
seeking an outlet. wanted to ask him 
to write to us,’^ he thought. I wanted to, 
hut I was afraid. And now we shall never 
hear of him again.’’ In Pancho, too, the 
tie of race was strong. 


CHAPTER VIII. 


all’s well that ends well. 

After the departure of Mr. Garside, Sera- 
'fina’s mind was, for a time, at least, at rest. 
He had come and gone; she had put no stone 
in his way; on the contrary, she had given 
him a clue to the identity of the children, of 
which he might and surely would have 
availed himself, had there been any recog- 
nition on his part of the name, which, al- 
though she did not know it, was quite a com- 
mon one. But when several days had passed, 
and she took up her ordinary life with all its 
dull, unvarying threads once more, she 
slowly began to realize, as she had never done 
before, that while it had always been suffi- 
cient for her and would always continue to 
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133 


be, such could not be the case with regard to 
the children. She began to be impatient for 
their sakes, looking daily for a letter from 
Padre Gregorio, and becoming despondent 
when none came. And the more she re- 
flected the more she felt convinced that she 
had been remiss in not telling their story 
to Mr. Garside, who, after all, was a country- 
man of their father, and who, she began to 
say to herself, might possibly do something 
for them of his own accord, through the 
sympathy which she felt he entertained to- 
wards them. Her mind became a prey to a 
host of conflicting emotions; always quiet 
and self-repressed, she went about the 
house in a melancholy way, which could not 
fail to make itself evident to the children, 
who felt the subtle but inexplicable 
change. 

It was with a feeling of joy that they saw 
Ignacio dismount from his horse one evening 
in front of the door. 

" I am come to spend the night,’^ he said, 
as they ran forv^ard to meet him. ^‘To- 


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morrow, by five, I must start for the city, 
to attend as a witness in a lawsuit there/’ 

Ah, that is good ! ” said Serafina. Per- 
haps you may he able to do an errand for me 
at the same time, Ignacio.” 

Certainly, anything that I can,” he re- 
plied. But I must be back to-morrow 
night, and that is why I go early on horse- 
back, not waiting for the train, and come 
back the same way. What can I do for 
you, Serafina? ” 

I will tell you later,” she replied, glanc- 
ing significantly at the children. Go, Ig- 
nacio, put away your horse, and come in to 
supper.” 

Casino and checkers, with some music, 
filled up the evening. Pancho brought an 
old guitar which had belonged to his father, 
and Ignacio played all the airs he knew; 
gay waltzes and melancholy danzas. Then 
he sang La Golondrina” and La Pa- 
Joma/^ winding up with the sprightly La 
Rumba/^ in which Pancho and his sister 
joined, singing and dancing, while Serafina, 


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135 


smiling over the basket she vras weaving, 
looked like her own serene self once more. 
But the evening came to an end at last, and 
after the children had retired Ignacio lin- 
gered, feeling that Serafina had something 
particular to say to him. After putting 
away sundry articles which were out of place, 
she came and sat in front of him, on the op- 
posite side of the table. 

Ignacio,^^ she said solemnly, I have 
never been so sad in my mind as now.^^ 

“And why, Serafina?’^ he answered, not a 
little surprised. 

“I am sorry that I did not tell to Mr. 
Garside more about those children. For 
them it looks that their relations will do 
nothing. Perhaps, if he knew, he might 
have pity on them.” 

“ And how? ” 

“ Well — I believe he has money. He is 
not married — he was good to them. Per- 
haps, if no more, he might have asked about 
their relations when he goes back to his ovm 
country. I cannot say what it is that I feel, 


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but I am sorry that I did not say more to 
him.’^ 

And why did you not, Serafina? 

“ Well, I was proud. I did not wish that 
a stranger should know how sad it is, or how 
poor we are — and then I feared to displease 
Padre Gregorio.” 

“ But what to do now, Serafina? ” 

The Englishman may be still in the city. 
If the Padre knew he might speak to him.” 

I do not think so, Serafina. Many and 
many Englishmen come here every year ; the 
Padre could not tell which of them was Mr. 
Garside, unless in some way he should be 
introduced to him. And would it be proper, 
do you think, that Padre Gregorio would go 
about looking for him, just to tell him that 
those children have not been able to 
find their relations? Oh, no, I do not think 
it.” 

Ignacio spoke positively, though very 
gently, as was his wont on all occasions. 
Serafina had great respect for his judgment, 
and not ^vithout reason, for in spite of the 


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137 


limitations which surrounded him, he was 
old and wise beyond his years. For a mo- 
ment she did not answer, but leaned her 
head on her hands, sighing heavily. At 
length she said: 

^^It may be that you are right, Ignacio, 
you are nearly always right. But there is 
something else. When we first saw him — 
the Englishman — ^the children said, and you, 
that he was like to their father; but I 
would not see it. Yet I did see it, Ignacio, 
but I would not, because for the fear that 
he might take them away from me. I sinned 
in my thoughts, but I asked God to take 
away the temptation from me; I asked if 
it should be the will of God, that it might 
fall out well for the children, with no 
thought for myself. And after that, Ig- 
nacio, my mind was calm again. I spoke to 
him of the name of my master, but he knew 
it not, and then I was troubled no more. 
And now, since he is gone, again it comes to 
me that he is like my master, and that if 
some one who knew would tell him all, good 


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might come for those poor children. By 
day I think of it, and at night I dream.’’ 

Since how long? ” asked Ignacio, much 
impressed by her earnestness. 

Since three or four days.” 

And what would you have me do? ” 

Tell it to Padre Gregorio, and what he 
will do, that will he right.” 

In that I shall he glad to help you. It 
can be of no harm, and you will he satisfied, 
at least. But he may have gone away before 
this.” 

That may he so. Yet, we should make 
a trial, at least.” 

To-morrow about twelve I shall be fin- 
ished with my lawsuit. Then I will go to 
Padre Gregorio and tell him. But, do I 
mistake — Mr. Garside, if I do not forget, 
spoke of going to him. Yes — I now re- 
member that he did.” 

^^I thank you very much, Ignacio. May 
the good God bless you. And I know that 
to tell Padre Gregorio will at least make 
easy my mind. And if the Padre will only 


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139 


say that I am foolish, then even, I shall be 
content,” concluded Serafina, taking up her 
candle, much relieved that her case was 
about to be presented by one than whom 
she thought none would be more fitting, or 
more welcome to the priest, with whom Ig- 
nacio was a great favorite. 

A few days later Father Gregorio had 
taken his mail from the box, and was about 
leaving the post office when a gentleman in 
front of him dropped a letter on the floor. 

Excuse me,” said the priest, as he picked 
it up, this belongs to you, I believe.” The 
tall Englishman turned around; his arms 
were full of newspapers. Thank you very 
much,” he said, extending his hand, but as 
the priest was about to place the envelope 
in it he paused suddenly. 

1 beg your pardon,” he said. But are 
you Mr. Garside?” 

^That is my name,” was the reply. 

^^This is my own writing,” said the priest. 

Your writing. Father? ” exclaimed the 
gentleman, who had at once recognized him 


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as a clergyman, lie glanced at the envelope ; 
it was covered with postmarks. It has fol- 
lowed me all over the world,” he continued, 
and if I mistake not, there is another like 
it.” 

Perhaps three,” said the priest. I 
have written three within two years.” 

^^This is a mystery,” said the gentle- 
man. 

'^It will not he so long,” replied Father 
Gregorio. You are stopping here for some 
time? ” 

For a few days only,” said Mr. Garside. 
“ I am a globe-trotter. Father.” 

“ That explains,” said the priest. I ad- 
vise that you read the letters and then call 
upon me.” 

‘^Very well,” was the rejoinder. ^^You 
are Father Gregorio, no doubt.” 

That is my name.” 

^^I was about to pay you a visit. I am 
greatly interested in — but that will keep till 
we meet.” 

When may I expect you? ” 


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141 


This afternoon, about three. Will that 
be convenient? ’’ 

Entirely so,” said the priest, with a 
courteous bow as they parted. 

At eleven o^clock Father Gregorio sat in 
his study, his mind full of perplexed 
thoughts. A gentleman to see you. 
Father,” announced his housekeeper. 

" Show him in,” said the priest. 

As I had expected,” he said, arising to 
meet Mr. Garside, and the omen is good. 
Be seated, sir.” 

Father,” began the Englishman, with- 
out further preface, I ought to beg your 
pardon for coming four hours ahead of our 
appointment, but I thought I would risk in- 
commoding you. The fact is, I want to go 
down to Santa Juana on the five o’clock 
train.” 

Thank God ! ” said the priest fervently. 
''You will do something, then, for those 
dear children?” 

" Father, I have been living with them for 
the past three weeks. Can you believe it — 


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it was about them that I had thought of 
coming to see you. They interested me be- 
yond measure. And they are my cousin’s 
children — my cousin’s children. Poor lit- 
tle beggars.” 

The priest was surprised. Where have 
you seen them? ” he inquired. 

" At the Hot Springs. I went down there 
for a little shooting, and a trial of the baths. 
I am inclined to be rheumatic. They were 
there with the Indian woman who has cared 
for them so long. Your letters were very 
explicit, and now it is my turn to explain. 
I have been travelling about the world for 
four years, and they have never caught up 
with me until now.” 

There was much to be said between the 
two. Father Gregorio learned that Mr. Gar- 
side and his cousin had been like brothers 
in their youth — the late Mr. Eaton having 
been reared and educated by his uncle, the 
father of Mr. Garside. 

But unfortunately there had been a quan- 
rel with his uncle. Mr. Eaton had come to 


AlVs Well that Ends Well. 143 

America, breaking off all intercourse with his 
relations. At first there had been resent- 
ment on the part of his cousin, but that had 
long since passed away. 

‘^And you never suspected,” said the 
priest, ^'that the children might have been 
his?” 

No, certainly not. How could I have 
done so? I did not know he had ever been 
married, or anything about him.” 

But the name? ” 

Ignacio and the Indian woman called it 
^Aytone,’ and I never heard the children 
mention it. And to think that I might have 
missed them. Thank God that I did not.” 

"Amen,” said Father Gregorio, with fer- 
vor. " You will take them to England? ” 

" Next week. My sister will be delighted 
to have them. She was very fond of Frank.” 

"And now comes Serafina’s hour of sor- 
row,” said the priest. "Her life will be 
empty. I fear it will not be long.” 

"And why. Father?” replied Mr. Gar- 
side, in evident surprise. "The good wo- 


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man shall accompany them. I have not 
thought of anything else. As for you, there 
is no way save that of eternal gratitude in 
which to show my appreciation of your kind- 
ness to those poor little orphans.” As he 
finished speaking Ignacio was announced. 
More explanations followed, and there was 
never a more contented trio than the three 
who sat down to lunch together in Padre 
Gregorio^s little dining-room. 

The little family was taking an early sup- 
per when they arrived at Santa Juana, 
Father Gregorio tapped at the door, his com- 
panion remaining outside. 

I have brought you an English cousin ! ” 
he said, when Serafina opened it, intending 
to quiz them a little before introducing him. 
But Pancho had caught sight of the tall 
figure in the shadow. He stepped forward. 

It is Mr. Garside,” he said. I see him. 
Oh, Father, is it true? ” 

But ^Chita had already sprung to his arms. 
There were tears in his eyes as he kissed her 
soft little cheeks. 


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145 


I said it, I said it,’’ she exclaimed, again 
and again. knew he was like papa.” 

When Serafina heard that she was not to 
be parted from her nurslings, her joy was 
unbounded. The joyful news soon spread 
through the town, and Ignacio paused on his 
homeward journey to offer his congratula- 
tions. Padre Gregorio returned to the city 
next day, hut Mr. Garside remained to super- 
intend the removal. It was a goodly cart- 
load of furniture that went down to the 
springs the day of the departure; everything 
had been given to Ignacio. The whole vil- 
lage turned out to see them oiff, every one 
invoking the choicest of God’s blessings upon 
them. But it was Ignacio on whom their 
tearful eyes rested last, as he stood some 
distance apart from the crowd, his lips 
framing the heartfelt ‘‘Adios'^ they could 
not utter. 

That day he wore his holiday shirt of soft 
grey flannel, with knickerbockers of brown 
velveteen, and the fine carved Mexican belt 
of polished leather, which was his only van- 


146 AlVs Well that Ends Well. 

ity, as well as his most cherished treasure, 
for it had once belonged to the old captain, 
of whom he was the worthiest descendant. 

And it is thus, in his picturesque attire, 
a red silk handkerchief, their parting gift, 
knotted loosely about his throat, standing 
with head uncovered, until they could see 
him no more, that Pancho and ’Chita, far 
across the seas, in their happy English home, 
will remember him forever. 

^ ^ 

And Padre Gregorio? Many a letter does 
he receive from them; they will never forget 
him. Nothing would give them greater 
pleasure than the realization of the visit 
they have been urging him to make for 
several years. But he is too old for that, 
he says ; and is content, evening after even- 
ing, to sit and muse upon the past, the soft 
murmur of the broad Pacific keeping time 
to the burden of his thoughts, while the 
golden glory of the setting sun drops slowly 
into the blue waves before his reminiscent eyes. 


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